High-life - part 2

Big cars. A view that costs more than most people make in a year. Expensive clothes scattered across marble floors. Two girls on their knees with their mouths wrapped around Danny’s cock, trading slow licks and wet kisses while he leans back like he owns the night. He is a blonde, the first girl. Pale hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Heavy tits bouncing each time she sinks lower. The second is Latina, darker skin, thicker curves, her ass spread wide as she bends forward to get closer. Both of them barely eighteen, all long legs and round, perky asses that bounce whenever they shift their weight. Danny threads his fingers through the blonde’s hair and pushes her down until her nose brushes his stomach. She swallows, gagging softly, spit running down his shaft. The Latina licks the base, tongue flat and hungry, then slides up to suck on his balls. Their lips meet around his cock, tongues tangling in the heat and mess. Danny reaches down and cups the blonde’s full tits, squeezing until the flesh spills between his fingers. He slaps the Latina’s ass, watches it jiggle, then does it again. She moans around his cock, the sound low and wet. He stands, cock glistening, and lines them up side by side. Two perfect asses presented for him. He slides into the Latina first, gripping her hips, driving in deep while the blonde reaches under to rub her clit. Wet sounds fill the room, skin slapping skin, the two girls moaning into each other’s mouths as Danny switches between them. One thrust, then another, deeper, harder, until the marble floor is slick with everything they’ve spilled. He finishes with the blonde on her back, legs spread wide, tits bouncing as he pounds into her. The Latina straddles her face, grinding against her tongue. Danny watches them both come apart, then pulls out and paints the blonde’s stomach and tits, thick ropes that drip down to the floor. The Latina leans in and licks it up, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on his.