Double Dipped - part 2.

Mr. Jones kept Natasha Starr and Ava Devine waiting an hour, and the two women do not hide their irritation when he finally walks in. Blond hair spills across the back of the couch where Natasha sits, while Ava’s deeper shade frames her sharper cheekbones. Their bodies are lush, their tops cut low, and the tension in the air is thick until the signed contract settles the mood. Apologies blend into celebration. Hands slide over belts and zippers, and soon both women are on their knees, mouths wet and hungry. Mr. Jones sits back, cock heavy and hard, as Natasha wraps her lips around the head and Ava works lower, licking and stroking until every inch is slick. They trade him back and forth, saliva shining on skin. One lifts her skirt, the other guides him inside; the first thrust draws a sharp breath from Natasha, then a low moan from Ava as she moves to straddle his face. The rhythm builds. Natasha rides him deep while Ava presses her ample chest to his mouth, nipples stiff against his tongue. The pace quickens. He shifts Ava onto all fours, spreads her, and pushes into her ass with slow insistence until she yields. Natasha watches, touching herself, then leans in to kiss Ava’s parted lips. They change again. He takes Natasha from behind while Ava tongues her clit, the room filled with wet sounds and short cries. Sweat beads on their bodies. He pulls free only to slide back into Ava, fucking her ass with measured strokes as Natasha sucks her nipples. The final stretch is relentless: hips snap, fingers grip, and the two women press close, mouths open, taking every drop he spills across their breasts and tongues. They lick each other clean, laughter finally replacing the earlier edge.