They pleasured him until his length was slick and ready, standing tall and proud—an undeniable testament to his virility.
Diane swallowed hard.
She had never seen anything like this before.
And when Amy finally spoke, she felt the anticipation in the air grow even heavier.
"Move aside for now, Sandra. I take the first ride."
Sandra gave a small, knowing smirk and stepped back, but her eyes never left Ross's cock.
There was an unspoken understanding between them—a silent agreement that they would both get what they wanted tonight.
Amy, bold as ever, wasted no time.
She turned her back to Ross, her hands slipping under her skirt to tug her panties to the side.
She didn't bother taking them off—she just moved the fabric enough to expose herself, her slick folds glistening under the dim light of the room.
