Get an oil change.

Before you know it, the naughty purple-haired Mole is down on her knees, still refusing the fix the strap of her top. Next to her sits the dark-blue-haired Fava. They both look up to you at your feet as you lean against the wall by the doorway. You sigh at the sensation of all four hands playfully teasing up your legs, to where Fava is pawing at your belt, as if begging for it to come lose on its own. It isn't until you reach for it yourself that she pulls her hands back, and grabs the underside of her sports bra top. As she does this, however, Mole stops her.

She wants to help after all. As you undo your belt, she pulls Fava's shirt up over her head, freeing her chest from its tight restraints. With a smirk, she brings her face down to drag her tongue up the pixie's nipple, and the reaction surprises her. Just as was said, her body is just like a normal woman's. She can feel everything all the same. This truth immediately encourages her to kiss the other on the mouth, and the two embrace for a moment--long enough for Fava to finally slip the other strap down, and as they pull away, she grins and tears the entire thing open.

Mole gasps in shock as her tits are forcefully freed. "W-Woah!"

"Relax," says Fava before caressing a hand up your thigh. "Kyle here can fix it."

"Oh can he now?"

"Mhm."

"Well we better thank him in advance."

In perfect tandem, they yank down your pants, and upon seeing your bulge lifting a tent high above them, they stop and stare for a lingering moment. It's Fava who goes first, massaging her hand up your balls, and around your shaft through the fabric. But it's Mole who tugs the underwear down. She licks her lips as your member springs forth, and they both wrap their fingers around it, and their tongues touch the head together.

Fava greedily takes it all into her mouth, though Mole just smirks. She grabs the other girl's head and forces her to keep going, while her hand sneaks down to feel your balls between her surprisingly skillful fingers.

"... She didn't build herself a gag reflex," Mole comments quietly. "You naughty girl. I'm envious. You don't even have to breathe, do you?"

Freed at last, Fava looks to her with a face flushed blue, but she smiles regardless. "Not this body."

Mole drags her tongue slowly up the bottomside of your shaft before taking you fully inside. She lets it glide down to her throat, though she's unable to go as deep as her partly mechanical companion. Still, she moans as she sucks it softly, and then pulls it back out. Then as if on the same wavelength without words exchanged, both girls grab your body, and **** you down to their level.

They perch cutely on either side of your legs, both still wearing their baggy pants, but also both still completely topless. They move in, and then you feel the hot, tight squeeze of two pairs of breasts sandwiching your cock between them. They look down at the head poking up from the cleavage of all four tits, and Fava gives it a playful lick, while Mole looks to you and says, "Perfect fit".

"Do you ever do this with a wrench or anything else?" Fava asks.

"A girl never tells," she says before giving you a wink.

They stroke your dick from bottom to top between their amazing titties, and you do your part in moving your hips to match their rhythm, fucking their breasts as they look to you with eager eyes. When it emerges from the top of their cleavage, they take turns stroking it with their tongue, and at times they do it together, meeting for a moment at the top in an erotic kiss, though they never stop looking at you as they do. Slowly, the pace increases. They moan softly, fully turned on by the chance to do this for you--two girls who've been wanting it for awhile, and now they have the Hero King right beneath them. As the reality hits, they become even more engrossed by their desires. They want it bad.

She hasn't said so, but you can tell Mole is a sort of exhibitionist as well. She doesn't act quite like Eva or Malakae, but she doesn't do much to cover herself up, and even before when she asks you to soak her on the deck of the ship, she loved every second of it--of your eyes on her dripping body, and the feeling of her clothes nearly slipping free. She seems more confident in it though. And it seems Fava as gone from mischievous and in control, to becoming flustered and shy, and back to her original daring self once again. They happily give you a tandem tittyfuck, to where you swear it's granting them more pleasure than to yourself, and that's saying something.

But then, Mole becomes the greedy one. She snatches your dick and jerks it hard. She pulls it back against the warmth of her bosom, and bites her lip as she strokes you firmly. "Come on, Kyle. Give us the easy one. Don't hold back. We're used to being covered in slippery, sticky filth."

Fava looks surprised at the other girl's boldness. But then, she's inspired by it. She comes in close, and runs her hands down your stomach and along your thighs while she sneaks her tongue in to steal a taste of your manhood whenever she has the chance, though the other girl quickens her pace, trying to milk you as best she can.

You aren't one to deny such a lovely lady what she desires.

With a sharp inhale, you broadcast obviously that the finish line is near. You reach up and grab the side of Mole's head, and with your other hand, you take hold of Fava as well. You grunt with pleasure, and excitement shines in their eyes. Both of them grab your chest and push you down, forcing you back as they take full control of your dick. They stroke and lick and moan and pant in a frenzied anticipation for the mess you're about to make of them. And while you could last hours, now isn't the time. Mole asks for the easy one now, so you don't at all hold back. Your body tenses up, and everything built up is released at once.

It absolutely covers Mole's face as you throb and pulse, ejecting every drop of what you've built up inside. It runs down her chest, and she sticks out her tongue to gather the rest. Though Fava comes in as well, and much to her surprise, Mole does share her treat. She purposely squeezes out the remainder all over the girl's body, from down her chin to her bare tits, and it runs down her stomach. They continue to pump together, back and forth, like two hungry animals hoping more will come out. But after a time, they've gotten it all, and they sit back winded and dripping, this time not with water.