Cat fight

Raven's arched eyebrow meets my gaze, a sly grin dancing on her lips. “So, tell me, dear Jasper,” she purrs, her voice dripping with sensuality, “how was it plunging into more seasoned depths? A dash more exciting than that little nymph, I presume?” Her finger flicks dismissively towards Esther.

Esther's face flushes with a mixture of indignation and arousal, her voice a sweet yet sharp melody. “Oh, please! His cock loved my ‘nymph’ depths. Remember, I'm the one he came in!”

“Well, a cultured gentleman prefers wine that has aged,” Raven retorts, her chin held high.

“Yeah, but your pussy is over-aged, it-it's more like vinegar!” Esther shoots back, her violet eyes now sparkling with mischief.

I stood up, my cock still glistening in the evening sun. I placed a gentle kiss on each of their lips. “You were both lovely, and-and I'd fuck you guys again...” My voice seemed to disappear as I kept on talking, I knew this was the wrong thing to say, I felt my face turn a deep shade of red.

Their expressions morphed into one of sheer amusement, and in unison, they burst into a chorus of rich laughter.

“Oh, sweet Jasper, you are quite the poet, aren't you?” Esther giggled, her face lit up with joy.

Raven winked at me, and, leaning in, whispered, “Next time, I might just let you write a poem across my body with that talented cock of yours.”

I chuckled along with their jokes, mesmerized by the view in front of me – two women covered in various bodily fluids making slutty jokes. Part of me wants this scene to last forever, it felt comfortable. It felt right.