Ajay stirred in his bed, the late-night quiet of his apartment shattered by the sudden tug at his waistband. "Don't even think about stopping me," a sharp female voice cut through the dark, laced with amusement. "You're already hard, so just lie back and enjoy it." Another set of hands joined in, yanking his pants to his ankles as he reached blindly to protest. A soft cloth was swiftly tied over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. "Two of us, one of you—smart money says you lose this round," the second voice teased, low and confident.
He smelled them then, two intoxicating scents mingling like expensive perfume and warm skin. One woman straddled his chest, her fingers twisting his nipples with precise, playful pressure that sent sparks straight to his cock. The other wrapped a firm hand around his shaft, stroking with slow, deliberate twists. "Look at you, already dripping," she murmured, her tone wicked. "Horny enough yet, or do we need to work harder?" Ajay gasped, his body arching as the sensations built, sweat beading on his skin.
"Fuck, that feels—" he started, but the first woman laughed, cutting him off. "Save the compliments for when we're done. Your cock's twitching like it knows who's in charge." The handjob intensified, her grip slick and relentless while the nipple play kept him on edge. He was panting now, every nerve alive, the women's strong presence dominating the room without a hint of hesitation. "Tell us how wet you think we are," the second challenged, her voice dripping with challenge. "Or are you too busy enjoying the view you can't see?"
The handjob shifted as one woman leaned down, her mouth replacing the hand in a hot, wet slide. She took him deep for a blowjob, tongue swirling expertly while the other kept teasing his chest. They switched turns seamlessly, one sucking with hungry rhythm as the other whispered, "Your ass is clenching—bet you'd love our pussies riding you next chapter." Ajay screamed in pleasure, hips bucking, the blindfold heightening every sensation until he was sweating and lost in it.
He came hard, cum pulsing into the waiting mouth as the women drew it out, one swallowing with a satisfied hum while the other stroked him through the aftershocks. Panting, Ajay reached for the blindfold. "I want to see you both naked—return the favor, make you as wet and dripping as I am." Silence answered, their presence vanishing like smoke. When he finally tugged the cloth free, the room was empty, the air still thick with their scents.
The door clicked shut somewhere down the hall, leaving only a faint echo of laughter.
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