Backstage with Tereza and Zoe

Tereza and Zoe already know each other. You can tell by the way they touch and laugh, easy and familiar. The two of them make quite the pair—one blonde, one brunette, both young and hungry. They come straight to me, and the day ends with nothing left between us. I lie back while they strip me with quick, practiced hands. Their mouths trade places on my cock, tongues brushing, eyes bright, daring each other to go deeper. Every inch disappears, wet, tight, and eager. Then they climb over me, bare skin sliding on bare skin, and I sink into first one, then the other, their bodies pressed tight, their breath hot on my throat. They share everything—my hands, my mouth, the hard length of me—switching places without a word, always wanting more. The sounds they make, soft at first, then raw, fill the room. Their legs shake when they come, legs tangled, hands gripping whatever they can reach. I finish deep inside the blonde while the brunette kisses the taste from my lips. Nobody leaves unsatisfied. Two perfect girls, and the night is ours.