His Inevitable Rebirth

James gasped as a dozen glossy hands descended, cherry-scented fingertips teasing the button of his jeans, nails scraping the sensitive skin beneath the denim. The shhk-shhk of the zipper lowering in slow, torturous increments sent sparks up his spine. Cool air kissed his thighs as the fabric pooled at his ankles, followed by the damp snap of elastic as his briefs were peeled away.

He gasped as Richie’s plush, cherry-glossed lips stretched around his cock with a wet pop, only for Danni to take over in the same breath, their hot, practiced tongues swirling in perfect alternation. Their silver-clad Mistress pressed closer, her latex-sheathed cock sliding between his trembling thighs, the molten heat of her arousal smearing slickness along his skin with every teasing rock of her hips.

A chorus of breathy moans rose from the encircling sissiboi's as they watched, their glossy nails tracing desperate circles over their own straining latex.