The Taste of Submission
The contrast between their tastes was delicious, going from the slightly saltier tang of Sarah to the sweeter, floral notes of Maya.
They were both trembling, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal. I could feel the heat radiating from them, using my hands to spread their legs wider. I was driving them wild, and I loved every second of the scene. I was in control, the captain of this little ship, the man who could make two campus princesses scream in the same room.
"Look at you," I said, pulling back, my chin glistening with their juices. "So beautiful. So wet."