Chilling with his willy

Nikki showed up at Monique's place thinking they'd sip cosmos and talk trash by the pool. Instead they got distracted the moment Erik walked in with his skimmer. Sunlight hit his shoulders and both women felt that slow, lazy heat that cocktails usually give. One look between them was enough. They closed in on him at the same time, hands already tugging his shorts down before he could set the pole aside. Monique dropped to her knees first, lips stretched around his cock, but Nikki shouldered in and they started trading spit-slick strokes, tongues brushing each time they met at the tip. Erik barely had time to groan before they pulled him onto a lounge chair. Monique climbed on facing away, sank down until her big tits bounced with every roll of her hips, while Nikki straddled his face and ground against his mouth. They switched places again and again, fighting for the same few inches, riding him hard until their thighs shook. When he finally spilled across their tongues they licked every drop clean and still looked ready for more, disappointed there wasn't another cock to fight over.