An Unlikely Invitation from Bianca
# The Unexpected Reunion The text arrived like a flare in the darkness of Jack’s quiet apartment—a video from Bianca. He tapped it open, and his breath hitched. The bass of a pre-game playlist thumped faintly through his phone speakers as
Chapter 1
The text arrived like a flare in the darkness of Jack’s quiet apartment—a video from Bianca. He tapped it open, and his breath hitched. The bass of a pre-game playlist thumped faintly through his phone speakers as the camera panned. There she was, Bianca, a wildfire of dark red hair framing her face, her piercings catching the light. The tiny top she wore left nothing to the imagination, the tight fabric strained over the generous curve of her breasts, her nipples visibly peaked against it. A skirt so short it was a mere suggestion hugged the perfect swell of her bubble butt, fishnet leggings webbing down her slim, tattooed thighs.
Beside her, a woman Jack had never seen. Eliza. Tall, statuesque, with a cascade of long, wavy black hair. Her own top was just as minuscule, showcasing breasts so full they seemed to defy gravity. Her skirt was identical, riding high on thick, powerful thighs. The camera lingered, a deliberate, tantalizing sweep. Both women smiled, a knowing, predatory glint in their eyes, before the video cut.
Jack stared, the phantom taste of tequila and birthday night blur flashing on his tongue. He typed, his soft hands trembling slightly. *“You both look really good!”*
***
The address led to a modest house pulsing with deep, muted synth. The door swung open before he could knock. Bianca stood there, the scent of her perfume—jasmine and sin—washing over him. Her hazel eyes, framed by impossibly long lashes, held a dark amusement.
“Get in,” she said, her voice a low purr, nothing like the slurred mess from her call. She pulled him inside by his shirt.
The living room was dim, lit only by a salt lamp that cast long, erotic shadows. Eliza stood by a small table, holding a bottle of tequila and three shot glasses. She was even more devastating up close. Her deep, dark eyes tracked him with a curiosity that felt like a physical touch, a dimple appearing in her cheek as she bit her full lower lip.
“So you’re the famous Jack,” Eliza said, her voice rich and smooth. “Bianca talks… a lot.”
Bianca moved behind him, her petite body a line of heat against his back. “We thought you deserved a proper thank you for the ride. A shot.”
“I’m driving,” Jack protested weakly, his own adventurous spirit warring with caution.
“One shot,” Eliza insisted, pouring the clear liquid with a practiced hand. She stepped closer, the swell of her huge breasts nearly brushing his chest. “For courage.”
He took the glass, their fingers brushing. He downed it, the fire tracing down his throat. When he looked up, Eliza’s gaze was locked on his lips.
Bianca’s hands slid around his waist from behind, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt. “We’ve been thinking,” she murmured into his ear, her breath hot. “About that birthday. How… fuzzy it was for you. We want to make sure you remember everything this time.”
Eliza took the empty glass from his hand and set it down. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly knelt before him, the fishnet leggings sighing against her thighs. Her hands came to rest on his hips as Bianca’s worked his jeans open.
“Bianca tells me you have a talented mouth,” Eliza said, her dark eyes gleaming up at him. “But I want to see what else this tall, handsome friend of hers can do.”
Jack’s mind spun, the tequila and the overwhelming, concentrated femininity of the two women short-circuiting his thoughts. Bianca’s hands, now inside his boxers, found his hardening length, her grip confident. Eliza watched, her own full lips parting in anticipation.
“No blur this time, Daddy,” Bianca whispered, the title a velvet-wrapped command that sent a jolt straight through him. “We’re going to be very, very clear.”
Chapter 2
Jack’s jeans pooled at his ankles as Bianca’s skilled hand continued to stroke him. The air was thick with the scent of tequila and perfume. Eliza remained on her knees, her dark eyes locked on his, a curious smile playing on her full lips.
“You see what you do to him, Ev?” Bianca murmured, her voice a possessive hum against his shoulder. Her other hand slid under his shirt, her nails tracing lightly over his stomach.
Eliza’s gaze dropped, studying him with an artist’s intensity. “I see,” she said, her voice low and smooth. “But I think he’s still too… polite.” She looked up at Jack, her dimple deepening. “Are you always this quiet, or are you just nervous?”
“A little of both,” Jack admitted, his own voice sounding rough. The dual attention was overwhelming.
“Don’t be,” Bianca said, her grip tightening just enough to make him gasp. “We’re all friends here. Right, Ev?”
“Absolutely,” Eliza purred. She leaned forward slowly, until her breath ghosted over his heated skin. “Bianca told me you have a very good memory when you’re… focused. We want to help you focus tonight.”
She didn’t touch him with her mouth, not yet. Instead, she looked up, her expression shifting to one of playful command. “Stand up straight for me, Jack. Let us look at you.”
Bianca’s hands fell away, and she stepped to the side, joining Eliza in her appraisal. They were a breathtaking contrast—Bianca, petite and fiery, and Eliza, tall and statuesque—both devouring him with their eyes.
“He’s beautiful, Ber,” Eliza stated, as if commenting on a piece of art.
“I know,” Bianca replied, crossing her arms under her chest. “But he doesn’t believe it.” She tilted her head. “Take your shirt off. Let’s get comfortable.”
Jack obeyed, pulling his shirt over his head. The cool air of the room kissed his skin, but their stares kept him burning.
“Better,” Eliza said, rising to her feet in one fluid motion. She circled him, her fingertips brushing the small of his back as she passed. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to take our time. No blur. You’re going to watch, and you’re going to participate, and you’re going to remember every single second.”
Bianca stepped close again, her body aligning with his side. “And you’re not going to come until we say you can,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Understood?”
The command, wrapped in her smoky voice, coiled heat low in his belly. “Understood,” he breathed.
Eliza came to a stop in front of him, her smile widening. “Good. Then let’s really begin.”
Chapter 3
Eliza’s command hung in the air, thick as the humidity before a storm. Jack felt their eyes on him, a tactile weight. Bianca’s hand returned to his hip, her thumb stroking a slow circle.
“Where should we start, Ev?” Bianca asked, her voice a low tease. “He’s being so good for us.”
“I think we should get comfortable, too,” Eliza said, her gaze never leaving Jack’s. “It’s only fair. Don’t you think, Jack?”
He managed a nod, his throat tight. “Yeah. Fair.”
With a smile that showcased her perfect teeth, Eliza reached behind her back. The tiny top, already straining, came undone with a whisper of fabric. She let it fall, not with a flourish, but with a simple, confident shrug. Her huge breasts were freed, full and heavy, her dark nipples already tight. She watched his reaction, the dimple in her cheek appearing as she bit her lip again.
“Your turn, Ber,” Eliza murmured.
Bianca didn’t hesitate. She peeled her own top off, the movement fluid. Her big breasts, a perfect handful, bounced slightly. The salt lamp light played over the tattoos on her ribs and the silver of her piercings. She stepped closer to Eliza, their bare shoulders brushing, forming a united front of intoxicating femininity.
“See something you like?” Bianca asked him, her hazel eyes gleaming.
“You’re both… breathtaking,” Jack breathed, the words feeling utterly inadequate.
Eliza’s deep, dark eyes sparkled with approval. “Good answer. Now, a game. You can look, but you can’t touch. Not yet. We’re going to talk you through exactly what we want. And you’re going to listen.”
Bianca ran a hand down her own stomach, her fingers tracing the waistband of her skirt. “Remember my birthday, Daddy? How you said you loved the way I rode you? I want you to tell Eliza about it. In detail.”
Jack’s pulse hammered. The memory was a blur of sensation and sound, but the core of it—her heat, her control—was crystal clear. He took a steadying breath, the tequila lending him a boldness he usually reserved for darker corners of the internet.
“You were on top,” he began, his voice gaining strength as he focused on Bianca’s intent expression. “You set the pace. Slow, then… not slow at all. You knew exactly what you wanted.”
Eliza listened, one hand idly cupping her own breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple. “And what did she say to you?” she prompted, her voice a rich, curious drawl.
“She told me not to stop,” Jack said, his eyes flicking between them. “She called me Daddy. And I… I never wanted to stop.”
A slow, shared smile spread between the women. It was a look of pure, predatory satisfaction.
“See?” Bianca said to Eliza, her tone triumphant. “A very good memory when he’s focused.” She turned her gaze back to Jack. “Now, tell us what you want to do to Eliza. Since you’ve been so good at looking.”
The challenge was direct, a test of his courage and his imagination. The room seemed to shrink, containing only the three of them and the heavy promise in the air.
Chapter 4
Eliza’s dimpled smile widened, a cat with the cream. She took a step back and reached for Bianca’s hand, her dark eyes never leaving Jack’s. “You want to know what we want to do to you?” she echoed, her thumb stroking Bianca’s palm. “First, you should know who ‘we’ really is.”
Bianca’s hazel eyes, fixed on Jack, softened with a fierce, possessive pride. “Jack,” she said, her voice dropping to a confessional hush. “Eliza isn’t just my friend.”
Eliza finished the thought, her tone rich with intimacy. “I’m her lover. Her secret. Have been for months.” She brought Bianca’s hand to her lips and kissed her knuckles, a gesture so tender it stole Jack’s breath. “And we’ve been planning this since your birthday. Watching you that night, seeing how you let go… we knew we wanted you. Together.”
The revelation landed like a physical blow, hot and dizzying. All the glances, the secretive smiles—it made perfect, intoxicating sense. Before he could form a word, Bianca tugged him forward.
“Come here, Daddy,” she commanded, leading him by the hand toward the bedroom door.
The room beyond was lit by a single, low lamp, casting the large bed in a soft, golden glow. Eliza followed close behind, her presence a warm pressure at his back. At the edge of the mattress, Bianca turned and pushed him gently. He fell back onto the soft duvet, looking up as the two women climbed onto the bed, one on each side of him, caging him in with their heat and perfume.
Eliza leaned over him, her long black hair curtaining their faces. She smelled of vanilla and salt. “We want to share you, Daddy,” she whispered, her full lips brushing his ear. “Every part of you.”
Bianca’s hand slid up his thigh, her nails tracing a slow, deliberate path. “My turn for a question,” she purred, her other hand coming to rest on Eliza’s hip, a claim within a claim. “Do you like the idea of being ours? Of letting two women who are already crazy for each other be crazy for you, too?”
Jack’s mind spun, arousal and awe twisting together. He looked from Bianca’s fiery gaze to Eliza’s deep, dark eyes. “Yes,” he breathed, the word thick with desire. “God, yes.”
“Good,” Eliza said, lowering herself until her huge breasts pressed against his chest. “Then no more talking. Just feeling.” She captured his mouth in a deep, exploratory kiss, her tongue sliding against his.
At the same moment, Bianca’s mouth found his neck, her teeth grazing his skin before her hand finally closed around his aching cock, her grip firm and knowing. The dual sensation—Eliza’s consuming kiss, Bianca’s expert touch—was overwhelming. He was theirs, completely, and the night was only beginning.
Chapter 5
Eliza’s kiss was a deep, claiming thing, her tongue exploring his mouth as her huge breasts pressed against his chest. The weight of her, the scent of her skin, was all-consuming. When she finally broke for air, a string of saliva connected their lips for a second before it snapped.
“Your turn, Ber,” Eliza whispered, her voice husky as she shifted to the side, her hand coming to rest possessively on Jack’s stomach.
Bianca didn’t need telling twice. She moved over him, her petite frame straddling his hips, her big breasts swaying just above his face. She leaned down, her dark red hair curtaining them, and captured his mouth with a hunger that was all her own—softer than Eliza’s, but more desperate. He could taste the tequila and mint on her tongue.
“You like watching us kiss him, Ev?” Bianca murmured against his lips before pulling back an inch, her hazel eyes glinting down at him.
“I love it,” Eliza said from beside them, her hand stroking up Jack’s thigh. “But I want to see more. Show me what his mouth can do, baby. Since you’ve had it all to yourself.”
A wicked smile touched Bianca’s pierced lips. She shifted backward, her tight skirt riding up, until she was kneeling over his face. The fishnet leggings were a dark web against her skin. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and peeled them down, revealing her slick, bare pussy to the warm, dim light.
“You remember how to be good for me, Daddy?” she asked, her voice a low, dominant purr. She didn’t wait for an answer. She lowered herself slowly, guiding his head with her hands in his hair. “Taste me. Make Eliza jealous.”
Her heat and her scent enveloped him. He obeyed, his tongue finding her folds, lapping at the wetness there. Bianca let out a sharp, shuddering sigh, her hips beginning a slow grind against his mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” Eliza breathed, watching intently. Her own hand slid between her thick thighs, her fingers beginning to circle her clit. “He’s so eager for you. Look at him.”
“He’s always eager,” Bianca moaned, her grip tightening in his hair. “But he’s going to be good and share. Aren’t you, Jack?”
He could only moan in response, the vibration making her buck against him.
Eliza leaned in closer, her long black hair brushing his shoulder. “When he’s done making you come on his tongue,” she said, her words a hot promise against his ear, “I’m going to ride his cock until I see stars. And you’re going to watch. And then you’re going to tell him exactly how he should fuck me next.”
Chapter 6
Jack’s tongue moved with a desperate rhythm against Bianca, his soft hands coming up to grip her slim, tattooed thighs. The taste of her was intoxicating, a dark, sweet salt that drove him deeper. Bianca’s moans grew louder, less controlled, her dominant façade cracking with each flick of his tongue.
“That’s it, Daddy,” she gasped, her hips grinding harder against his mouth. “Just like that… fuck, yes…”
Eliza watched, her own fingers a blur between her thick thighs, her deep dark eyes wide with hunger. “He’s so good for you,” she panted, her voice strained. “Look how he worships you. I want that. I need it.”
“He’ll give it to you,” Bianca promised, her body beginning to tremble. “He’s going to make me come, and then he’s all yours.” Her words dissolved into a high, sharp cry as her orgasm hit, her pussy clenching rhythmically against Jack’s tongue. She rode the waves, grinding down on him until she was spent, then collapsed forward, her big breasts pressing into his chest as she caught her breath.
She shifted off him, her body glistening. “Your turn, Ev,” she murmured, crawling to the side and lying back to watch, her hazel eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied.
Eliza didn’t need a second invitation. She moved with a confident grace, straddling Jack’s hips, her huge breasts swaying above him. She took his hard cock in her hand, guiding him to her entrance. “You ready to fuck me, Jack?” she asked, biting her full lower lip.
“Yes,” he breathed, the word barely a sound.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he groaned, his hands finding her big thighs. “Please.”
With a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she sank down onto him, taking every inch of his length in one smooth, breathtaking motion. A shared groan filled the room. She was impossibly tight, searingly hot. She began to move, a deep, rocking grind that made her breasts sway and her long black hair cascade over her shoulders.
“God, you feel even bigger than she said,” Eliza moaned, her head falling back. “You’re filling me up so perfectly. Isn’t he, Ber?”
“He is,” Bianca whispered, her hand drifting back between her own legs as she watched. “Fuck him harder, Ev. Make him lose his mind.”
Eliza obeyed, her pace quickening, her ass slapping against his thighs. The room filled with the sounds of their skin meeting, their ragged breaths, and their mutual, filthy praise. Jack’s hands gripped her hips, helping her move, his own thrusts meeting hers.
“I’m not going to last,” he warned, his voice tight with strain, the pressure coiling unbearably in his gut.
“Not yet,” Bianca commanded from beside them, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You don’t come until she does. You make her come on your cock first. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he gritted out, fighting the rising tide.
“Then fuck her like you mean it,” Bianca purred. “Make our girl scream.”
Jack rolled them over in one swift motion, pinning Eliza beneath him. Her deep dark eyes flashed with surprise and delight. He drove into her, again and again, each thrust deeper, harder, aimed perfectly. Eliza’s cries became shattered, wordless pleas, her perfect nails scoring his back.
“Right there… oh god, right there!” she screamed, her body bowing off the bed as her climax ripped through her, her inner muscles milking his cock in pulsating waves.
Only then, as he felt her flutter around him, did Bianca give her final permission, her voice a dark, loving whisper in his ear. “Now, Daddy. Come for us.”
The command unleashed him. With a guttural roar, he plunged deep one last time and let go, his release flooding into her in hot, endless pulses, his entire body shuddering with the force of it. He collapsed onto Eliza, both of them breathless and slick with sweat, joined and utterly spent.
Chapter 7
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Jack lay between the two women, spent, his heart hammering against his ribs. Eliza’s breath fanned his shoulder, her body a soft, warm weight beside him. It was Bianca who moved first, her slender fingers tracing patterns on his stomach.
“We’re not done with you,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Not nearly.”
She slid off the bed, her petite, curvy form a shadow in the dim light. Eliza followed, a knowing smile on her full lips. They each took one of his hands, their grips firm.
“Come with us,” Eliza said, her deep dark eyes gleaming. “We have more plans.”
They led him, naked and still half-hard, from the living room down a short hallway to a bedroom dominated by a large, unmade bed. The salt lamp’s glow bled in from the door, painting their skin in amber and shadow.
“Stand right here,” Bianca commanded softly, guiding him to the foot of the bed.
They closed in on him, a dual front of intoxicating femininity. Eliza’s hands, soft yet sure, went to the buttons of his shirt—the one he’d never fully removed. Bianca’s fingers found the waistband of his boxers.
“Let us take care of you,” Eliza murmured, leaning in to press her lips to the base of his throat. Her huge breasts pressed against his chest as she worked the first button free.
Bianca kissed the other side of his neck, her tongue flicking against his pulse point. “We’ve been imagining this all night,” she breathed into his skin, her voice a low thrum that went straight to his core. “Since before you even got here.”
Eliza opened his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. Her mouth traveled down his chest, tracing the line of his sternum. “I want to taste every part of you,” she whispered between kisses. “I want to feel you in my mouth again. I want to ride you until you forget your own name.”
Jack groaned, his head falling back as Bianca finally eased his boxers down his hips, freeing his cock, which stirred back to full, aching life under their attention.
Bianca knelt in front of him, her dark red hair brushing his thighs. She didn’t take him in her mouth, not yet. Instead, she looked up, her hazel eyes huge and vulnerable in the half-light. “Do you know what I really want?” she asked, her dominant tone slipping into something softer, almost pleading.
“What?” Jack managed to rasp out.
Her gaze held his, unwavering. “I want to hear you say it. Like you did that night, when everything was a blur for you but so fucking clear for me.” She swallowed, her voice dropping to a confessional whisper. “I’ve craved it. I’ve laid awake thinking about it. Call me ‘babygirl’ again, Jack. Please.”
The raw need in her voice shattered him. He cradled her face in his soft hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. “My babygirl,” he said, the title flowing from him with a possessiveness that surprised them both.
A shiver ran through Bianca’s whole body. She closed her eyes, a soft, broken sound escaping her lips. “Again.”
“My beautiful, wild babygirl,” he murmured, his own desire reigniting with a fierce heat.
Eliza watched from beside him, her hand stroking his flank, her expression one of deep, aroused fascination. “Now,” she said, her voice thick with promise. “Now we can really begin.”
Chapter 8
Bianca’s whispered command hung in the air like smoke. Her hazel eyes locked on Jack’s, gleaming with a mix of dominance and dark promise. “Now I want to see you watch, daddy.”
With a fluid, powerful motion, she turned and placed her hands on Eliza’s shoulders, guiding her firmly backward until her knees hit the edge of the mattress. Eliza gasped, a soft, eager sound, as she fell onto the bed, her long black hair fanning out around her. Bianca followed her down, a graceful, predatory arc, her petite body covering Eliza’s taller, curvier form.
Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss. It was not gentle. It was all teeth and tongues, a raw, wet sound that filled the quiet room. Eliza’s hands flew to Bianca’s face, her fingers tangling in her dark red hair, pulling her closer. Bianca groaned into the kiss, one hand sliding down to cup Eliza’s huge breast, her thumb flicking over the stiff peak of her nipple through the thin fabric of her top.
Jack stood frozen, his own arousal a hot, painful ache. He watched, as commanded, his soft hands curling into fists at his sides. The sight was mesmerizing: the contrast of Bianca’s slim, tattooed frame against Eliza’s lush, thick curves. The way their hips rocked together, seeking friction.
“You see how much she wants it?” Bianca broke the kiss to pant the words, looking over her shoulder at Jack. Her lips were swollen, glossy. “She’s been thinking about this all night. About you watching. Tell him, Evie.”
Eliza arched her back, her huge breasts straining against her top. “It’s true,” she moaned, her deep dark eyes finding Jack’s. “I’ve been so wet for you. Knowing you’re there… seeing this… fuck.”
Bianca’s mouth descended to Eliza’s neck, sucking a dark mark into her tan skin. Her hand slipped between their bodies, under the hem of Eliza’s tiny skirt. Eliza cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. “Oh god, right there, B,” she pleaded.
“He can’t hear you, baby,” Bianca murmured against her skin, her fingers working. “You have to be louder for daddy.”
“Jack!” Eliza’s voice broke as Bianca touched her. “She’s… she’s touching my pussy. It’s so slick. Please, just watch. Watch how she makes me feel.”
Jack’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. He could see the precise, rhythmic movement of Bianca’s wrist, the way Eliza’s powerful thighs trembled. The scent of their arousal, rich and musky, washed over him. He took a stumbling step closer, his cock throbbing, desperate for any touch.
“That’s it,” Bianca purred, never ceasing her motions. “See how beautiful she is when she comes apart? This is for you, daddy. All for you.”
Eliza’s moans climbed higher, a desperate, ragged symphony. Her body tightened, her back bowing off the bed as she teetered on the edge. Jack watched, utterly captive, every nerve in his body screaming with a need that was almost painful in its intensity. He was right there, immersed in their passion, yet held apart by Bianca’s delicious, cruel command.
Chapter 9
Jack watched, his breath ragged, as Eliza’s climax tore through her. Her powerful thighs clamped around Bianca’s hand, a choked cry ripping from her throat as she shook. Bianca watched her lover come apart, a smug, possessive smile on her swollen lips. Slowly, she withdrew her glistening fingers and brought them to her own mouth, sucking them clean with a lewd, deliberate pop.
“So sweet,” Bianca murmured, her hazel eyes dark with lust. Then she turned that gaze on Jack. “Your turn, daddy.”
Before he could process the command, strong hands shoved him backward. Eliza, still breathing heavily, moved with surprising speed. She pushed Jack firmly onto the mattress, his back hitting the soft comforter. In one fluid motion, she swung a thick, powerful thigh over his chest and settled herself over his face, the damp heat of her through the fishnet leggings and tiny skirt pressing against his mouth.
“No more just watching,” Eliza commanded, her voice husky but firm. She gripped the headboard for balance, looking down at him. “Show me what you did for Bianca on her birthday. Show me why she couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth.”
The scent of her, musky and intense, filled his senses. He didn’t hesitate. Jack’s soft hands came up to grip her full hips, and he tilted his head, pressing his lips against her through the thin fabric, finding the swollen heat beneath. He heard her sharp intake of breath.
At the same moment, Bianca slithered down the bed. She positioned herself between his splayed legs, her dark red hair tickling his inner thighs. “And this,” she purred, her breath hot on his aching cock, “is for me.”
She didn’t make him wait. Her full lips parted, and she took the head of his throbbing length into her mouth, her tongue swirling a tight, wet circle around the sensitive tip. Jack groaned against Eliza, the dual sensation overwhelming.
“Use your tongue, Jack,” Eliza moaned, grinding down against his face. “Show me.”
He obeyed, licking and sucking through the fabric, the material growing slick. Bianca alternated her pace with devastating skill. She would sink down, taking him deep into her throat until he felt her nose press against his pelvis, then pull back to trace the swollen vein underneath with just the tip of her tongue.
“Fuck, his mouth is… oh god,” Eliza panted, her hips moving in a slow, grinding rhythm.
“He tastes so good, Evie,” Bianca said, pulling off with a wet sound to speak, her lips glossy. “But he’s all tense. He’s trying not to buck into my mouth.” She blew a cool stream of air over his wet skin, making him jerk. “You can’t come yet, daddy. Not until we say.”
Jack trembled, suspended in the exquisite torture of her expert mouth and the weight of Eliza on his face, his every nerve screaming for release that was held just out of reach.
Chapter 10
Eliza’s body went rigid, a low, guttural moan vibrating against Jack’s mouth. He felt the wet heat of her soak through the thin fabric of her skirt as she shuddered to a powerful climax, her thick thighs squeezing his head. As her tremors subsided, she lifted herself off him, breathing heavily. Her dark eyes were glazed, her full lips slick with his saliva. She leaned down, her huge breasts brushing his chest.
“You were right, B,” Eliza whispered, her voice raw. “His mouth is sinful.” She hovered over Jack’s face, her gaze dropping to his lips. “But I want to taste it for myself. I want to taste *you* on them.”
She sealed her mouth over his in a deep, possessive kiss. Her tongue swept inside, demanding and lush, letting him taste the faint, musky trace of her own arousal mixed with the salt of his skin. Jack moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up to tangle in her long, black hair. After a long, dizzying moment, she pulled back, biting his lower lip gently before releasing him.
“Now watch,” she commanded, her tone shifting to one of dark authority. She turned to Bianca, who was still kneeling between Jack’s legs, her own desire painted clearly on her flushed face. “Up here, baby.”
With surprising strength, Eliza grabbed Bianca by her slim shoulders and pushed her backward onto the mattress. Bianca fell with a gasp, her dark red hair fanning out. Eliza didn’t hesitate. She climbed over her, positioning herself so their bodies aligned. She hooked one of Bianca’s slim, tattooed thighs over her own powerful one, then mirrored it, bringing their cores together in a tight, intimate press.
“You know what I need, don’t you, babygirl?” Eliza murmured, grinding down against Bianca in a slow, sinuous rhythm.
“Yes, Evie,” Bianca whimpered, her head falling back, her hands flying to grip Eliza’s full hips. “Fuck, yes.”
Jack pushed himself up on his elbows, his cock throbbing and neglected. The sight was breathtakingly explicit: Eliza’s huge breasts swaying as she moved, her body rolling against Bianca’s smaller, curvier form. Their skirts were rucked up, the fishnet leggings a torn web against their skin as they moved together, wetness already glistening between their pressed thighs.
“Jack,” Eliza groaned, not breaking her rhythm. Her deep, dark eyes locked onto his. “Touch yourself. Watch us get each other off. Don’t you dare stop until we tell you.”
Her command was a live wire straight to his core. His soft hand wrapped around his aching length, giving a slow, tentative stroke. The pre-cum beading at his tip made the glide smooth, filthy.
“That’s it,” Bianca panted, her hazel eyes finding his. She reached up to squeeze Eliza’s breast, thumb circling a taut nipple. “Watch how wet she makes me, daddy. Watch how good she fucks me with her body.”
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure: slick, rhythmic friction, ragged breaths, and soft, pleading cries. Eliza’s pace intensified, her powerful thighs driving her movements as she scissored against Bianca with focused intensity. Bianca’s back arched, her bubble butt lifting off the bed to meet every grinding thrust.
“You feel so good, B,” Eliza moaned, her voice tight. “I’m so close… Jack, are you watching? Are you touching that pretty cock for us?”
“Yes,” Jack choked out, his own strokes falling into sync with their rocking bodies, a tight coil of pleasure winding deep in his gut. The visual of the two women lost in each other, commanding his arousal, was pushing him toward a dangerous edge. Their climax built in the air, a palpable tension that pulled his own release up from the depths.