Lea's hands began moving in slow strokes, twisting gently as she sucked on the massive tip, her saliva beginning to pool and drip down over her fingers.
She pressed her chest against Ross's thigh, using her entire body to pleasure him, determined to show she could match or surpass Chelsea's effort.
The sisters soon found a rhythm again—Chelsea licking along the thick underside, Lea swallowing as much of the crown as her mouth could handle, both of them pressing their plush breasts together around the shaft as they moved.
Two mouths. Four hands. Two heaving racks. One man lying still, yet overwhelming them effortlessly.
And they kept going, because stopping never even crossed their minds.
"Ahhhhhh…"
"Ohhhhhh…"
"Ughhhhh…"
Both Lea and Chelsea went at it for nearly two relentless hours.
Time seemed to blur as they lost themselves completely in Ross's dominance, their mouths, hands, and bodies moving in unison with single-minded devotion.
