Double Dipped - part 1.

The deal nearly died before it began. Mr. Jones kept them waiting—an hour of silk skirts crossed tight and sharp looks exchanged over untouched glasses. Natasha and Ava were done smiling for less than they deserved. Yet the contract still landed, ink still wet, and now two women demanded more than signatures to settle the debt. They took him apart with patience. One blonde mouth slid slow along his shaft while the brunette watched, tongue tracing her lip. The moment stretched, heat building, until both women leaned in together. Wet tongues met at the swollen head, trading him back and forth like they had all night to teach him manners. Ava climbed over first, sinking onto him in one deliberate drop. Her hips rolled deep, taking every inch until nothing remained between them. Natasha held her open, fingers spread across pale skin, guiding the pace until Ava’s breath broke into short, rough sounds. They switched. Natasha took her turn facing him, legs wide, tits heavy in his palms. She rocked until he slipped lower, pressing past the tighter ring she offered. Her body yielded slow, then gave, pulling him in until he was buried. Ava kept her mouth busy—licking where they joined, sucking at swollen flesh, never letting the rhythm break. Two bodies traded places. Two holes opened and clenched. One cock moved between them until every slight edged into something sharper, wetter, louder. They stretched the moment out, pulling pleasure from him until the apology and the celebration blurred into one long, relentless finish.