WET DESIRES (A COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES)
They kissed filthy, tongues lapping my load from faces, then tits—sucking nipples to get every drop, moans soft as they shared.
We moved to the bedroom for the full ceremony. They tied each other with ropes from Vanessa's drawer—wrists bound behind backs, legs spread with bars between ankles. Kneeling on the bed side by side, asses up, pussies and holes exposed. Their pregnant bellies touched the mattress slight, tits hanging heavy. I smacked their asses red—crack on Vanessa, moan; crack on Valerie, gasp. "Who owns these breeding sluts?"
"You, master," they chorused, pushing back for more.