Embarrassing Surprise Part 2

Shalina and Michelle were already half-undressed when they ducked through the rusted side door. Two quick laughs, shirts tossed on a crate, jeans kicked aside. Sunlight cut through a broken skylight and painted warm stripes across their bare skin. Michelle pulled Shalina close, their mouths meeting with lazy hunger, hands roaming hips and breasts until soft sighs filled the empty space. Neither noticed the footsteps. James stopped three paces inside, keys still in hand, eyes wide. Two naked girls—his naked girls now, apparently—froze mid-kiss. Shalina’s fingers were slick between Michelle’s thighs; Michelle’s nipples stood tight in the cooler air. A single heartbeat of silence, then James cleared his throat. “Well,” he managed. “This is unexpected.” Shalina turned first, a slow, shameless smile spreading. She stepped forward, bare feet quiet on concrete, and reached for his belt without asking. Michelle stayed where she was, one hand still cupping her own breast, watching with parted lips. James didn’t stop her. The click of the buckle sounded loud. Shalina freed his cock, already thickening, and wrapped her fingers around it. A slow stroke, testing weight. She glanced back at Michelle—silent permission—then dropped to her knees. Her tongue flicked once across the head, tasting, before she took him deeper, lips stretching around the shaft. Michelle joined her. They worked in tandem, one mouth on his balls, the other sliding wet along his length. Saliva glistened on skin. James’s hand settled in Shalina’s hair, guiding but not forcing, while Michelle’s fingers slipped back between her own legs, circling her clit in time with every bob of Shalina’s head. No apologies. Just bodies paying rent the fastest way they knew how.