I leaned back on the table, both hands braced against the surface for support, as Irene kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth, all while Gabrielle's lips were wrapped tightly around my cock, sucking with dedication.
They seemed so absorbed in what they were doing, utterly immersed, as if nothing else existed.
Irene glanced down mid-kiss and noticed Gabrielle diligently licking and sucking me. She chuckled softly, a teasing, mocking sound, before shifting her gaze to me with seductive, half-lidded eyes. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees.
"Move, Gabrielle. Let me show you how it's really done," Irene said, her voice dripping with confidence.
Gabrielle looked up at Irene, glaring for a moment, but reluctantly released my cock, her lips leaving a wet, glistening trail behind. She handed it over, though her annoyance was evident.
