"So… what will it be tonight?" Ross asked, his tone calm and measured, almost teasing.
His eyes flicked between the sisters, noting the tension in their shoulders, the flush on their cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of their chests.
"The same as before," Chelsea replied, her voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart. "Go to the bed… and don't move."
"Okay," Ross said simply, his movements smooth and unhurried as he obeyed without hesitation.
The sisters began moving, their motions synchronized and practiced from before.
Their hands glided over his hips and thighs, undoing his pants and boxers with ease.
Chelsea's lips traced slow, deliberate paths, while Lea's hands followed in mirrored motion, pressing and stroking in ways that made both of them shiver.
The soft rustle of sheets and the quiet sounds of their gasps filled the room, punctuating the silence with an almost tangible energy.
