First half

Taylor grabbed the remote, flicked her wrist, and a soccer match lit up the screen, full HD, commentary buzzing through hidden surround speakers. Premier League. Nice.

"You like football, right?" she said over her shoulder, dropping the robe completely. "Figured I'd give you something to enjoy while I give you casual head."

She crawled onto the couch beside you, slow and deliberate, her ass swaying with every move. Her lips curled into a wicked grin.

"I can't wait any longer, you see," she whispered, slipping between your legs, her hand curling around your already-stirring {Cock_inches}-inch monster.

You didn’t even look at the screen now. Taylor's tongue was already tracing the underside, slow and wet, her eyes locked on yours. God, she was a beauty. She kissed the tip like she meant it, then took you halfway in with one slow, seductive move.

The crowd on the TV roared at a hard tackle, but your focus was all on the warm, wet heat of her mouth, the way she moaned as she sucked you deeper.

"Mmm," she purred, pulling off just long enough to speak, lips glistening. "This, this is my favorite sport."

You reached down, gripped her hair, and nodded toward the screen.

"Better keep going. We’ve got two halves to get through."

Leanne and Natalie giggled, then handed you some snacks. Naked under thin robes, still glowing from earlier, wine glasses in hand.

"This is how it's gonna be all the time," Leanne said, grinning as she sat sideways on the armrest, legs crossed, watching Taylor work.

"Mmm-hmm," Natalie agreed, sinking into the cushions beside you. "You're the main event now. Just relax while we do the work."

Taylor moaned around your shaft, nodding like she agreed completely. She pulled back just to lick the underside, then dove back in, sucking greedily like she couldn’t get enough.

"Look at her go," Natalie said with a smirk. "We’ve created a monster."

"He brought the monster." Leanne chimed in, eyes locked on your still-hard {Cock_inches}-inch cock. "How can you take so much pussy and blowjobs? Most guys would have cum just seeing us crawling towards you..."

"With this kind of cock," Taylor added, barely pulling off your tip long enough to speak. "He's got to be so experienced. He can definitely handle us."

"Our stud," Leanne agreed, kissing you.

You smirked, still rock hard, not even close to done.

Taylor could go on for hours blowing your big, fat cock too, and you told Leanne to fetch you a beer while you enjoyed the "match".

"God, it’s so thick," she moaned, pausing to kiss your shaft, eyes glazed with lust. "How do you walk around with this beast between your legs?"

She circled the head with her tongue, then looked up. "You must’ve wrecked every girl you’ve ever fucked. They don’t forget this kind of dick."

Natalie eventually couldn't take it anymore and joined the brunette. You couldn't be happier.

"You’re a goddamn machine," Natalie said, sliding her fingers between her legs as she knelt beside you.

"It’s like he was made for this," Leanne added as she handed you the cold bottle. "Made to be adored, drained, and still keep going."

Taylor giggled, her lips brushing your tip. "We should take turns riding him while the match plays. Just to see how many goals we can score before he finishes."

"You think one of us can actually finish him?" Natalie asked, looking up at you with a wicked smirk.

"Doubt it," you said, spreading your arms across the couch. "But you're welcome to try."

They all giggled, already deciding who would go first.

You were the king of this domain now, your {Cock_inches}-inch throne hard as ever, and the game was only just beginning.