The neon lights of the downtown hotel flickered like a bad promise as Mia and Lila stumbled into the suite, their laughter echoing off the walls. Mia, five months pregnant and glowing with a fierce, unapologetic energy, clutched a bottle of whiskey. Her curves had only grown more voluptuous, her belly a proud curve under her tight dress. Lila, the blonde bombshell with breasts that strained against her low-cut top, swayed on her heels, already tipsy from the bar downstairs. They had come to service their client, but these women were no meek playthings—they owned the room with sharp eyes and sharper tongues.
"Look at this eager boy waiting for us," Lila purred, pouring shots. "Think he can handle two drunk pros like us?" Mia smirked, handing a glass to the client, a suited man named Derek who watched them hungrily. "Handle us? Darling, we're the ones running this show. Drink up, or we'll leave you panting alone." The alcohol burned down their throats, loosening inhibitions as they clinked glasses. Tension crackled; Derek's gaze lingered on Lila's massive chest and Mia's swollen form, but the women set the pace with witty barbs.
"Bet you've never had a pregnant pussy dripping for you," Mia teased, kicking off her shoes. Derek swallowed hard. "Or these tits smothering your face," Lila added, leaning in so her cleavage brushed his cheek. They drank more, the room spinning with heat. "You're sweating already," Mia noted, her hand tracing his thigh. "Horny much?" Their dialogue flowed like the whiskey—playful, dominant, building a fire that made Derek's cock twitch visibly in his pants.
Lila pushed him onto the bed, straddling his chest. "Time for some facesitting, big boy. My ass on your face while you taste how wet I am." She lifted her skirt, revealing her dripping pussy, and lowered onto him. Derek moaned into her, his tongue working as she ground down. Mia watched, sipping her drink, her own hand slipping between her legs. "Make him pant harder," she commanded with a laugh. The alcohol fueled their boldness; Lila rocked, her huge breasts bouncing, witty quips escaping between gasps.
"Fuck, your tongue's eager," Lila panted, reaching to stroke Derek's now-hard cock through his pants. "But don't you dare cum yet. Mia's turn next." Mia joined, her pregnant belly brushing his side as she poured more liquor into his mouth. "Drink, then suck my pussy like you mean it." They switched; Mia's wet folds settled on his face, her ass cheeks enveloping him while Lila freed his cock for a sloppy blowjob. The room filled with sounds of sucking, slurping, and their strong voices directing every move.
Sweating and horny from the drinks, the women traded positions fluidly. Lila's massive breasts pressed against Mia as they kissed above him, their tongues dancing. "He's so hard for us," Mia said, gripping his shaft. "Let's make him cum all over these tits." Derek's hands roamed their bodies, but they controlled him—Lila's ass smothering his face again while Mia rode his cock, her pregnant pussy clenching tight. "Deeper, fuck me harder," she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding. The alcohol made everything slicker, wetter, more intense.
Panting filled the air as Mia came first, her juices dripping down his length. "Your turn to explode," Lila growled, switching to take him in her mouth for a deep blowjob. Derek bucked, but the women held power, their dialogue laced with wit: "Don't hold back—fill my throat while my ass stays on your face." He came hard, cum spurting as they laughed and drank more, bodies glistening with sweat.
The night stretched with more positions, facesitting swaps, and rounds of shots that kept them drunk and dripping. Mia's belly pressed against Lila's back during one round, their strong forms dominating every inch. "This client's ours tonight," Lila declared, her pussy grinding on his tongue. Derek was lost in their heat, but the women reveled in control, orgasms rippling through them as cum and sweat mixed.
As the chapter wound down, the three collapsed in a tangled, satisfied heap, bottles empty and skin flushed. Yet Mia's eyes gleamed with mischief, hinting at deeper cravings. "Round two tomorrow, but next time we bring toys—and maybe a friend," she whispered, her hand lazily stroking his spent cock while Lila's huge breasts pillowed his chest.
The door clicked shut behind them as they left at dawn, but their promise lingered like the taste of whiskey on his lips.
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