Darren gazed at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. He remembered everything that happened the night before. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. He was too stunned, flushed and hesitant to do much at first. But the moment the girls noted the impressive hard line in his pants, they dropped to their knees, reached out with shivery fingers to feel him and the evidence of his appeal under their fingertips, and the taste of it as well.
His fingers played through their short hair, one blonde, and the other brown. He tucked it behind their ears, stroked the sides of their face tenderly as they drove their lips down to the very base of him. His eyes drifted shut while they kept on lapping their tongue and sucking him.
