Gemma's an excellent teacher.

Rebecca gags slightly, pulling back, but Gemma doesn’t let her retreat far.

“No, no - remember to always breathe,” she instructs, her voice firm but encouraging. “You can do it. Try again.”

This time, Rebecca takes a deep breath, her eyes watering as she pushes forward, her lips finally wrapping around the base of your cock. Her nose presses against your skin, and for a second, she freezes, her throat constricting around your tip. Then, slowly, she pulls back, her lips glistening.

“Perfect,” Gemma purrs, her own mouth replacing Rebecca’s for a moment, her throat working around you as she takes you deep, effortlessly, lubricating you for Rebecca's next attempt. When she pulls back, she turns to Rebecca, her lips glistening. “Your turn. And this time, don’t stop until he’s all the way in.”

Rebecca nods, her fingers tightening around your shaft as she leans in again, her lips parting. This time, she doesn’t hesitate. She takes you in, inch by inch, her throat opening for you as she takes your cock, her warm wetness enveloping you completely. She pulls back after a few seconds, trails of saliva clinging to her lips as she lifts her head. Gemma's fingers tighten around the base of your cock, her thumb swiping up and the slick shaft as she pulls Rebecca closer.

“Now, we take turns,” she murmurs, her voice low. “You’ll learn faster this way.”

Rebecca nods, her breath still uneven from her first successful attempt, but her eyes are alight with a newfound determination. She licks her lips, her gaze locked on your cock as Gemma guides her back into position. The rhythm builds between them, their mouths working in tandem, their lips and tongues worshipping every inch of you. Rebecca’s movements grow more confident with each pass, her throat opening wider, her gag reflex fading as she takes you deeper, harder. Gemma’s turns are effortless, her throat a vice around you, her eyes locked on yours as she moans around your cock.

Your hands grip the arms of your chair, your hips twitching as the pleasure builds - Rebecca’s eager inexperience and Gemma’s skilled enthusiasm - pushing you closer to the edge. You can feel the pressure mounting as their lips and tongues work you over.

“Fuck,” you groan, your voice rough.

Gemma pulls back and grips your shaft, stroking you as the first spurt of your climax hits Rebecca's skin, a thick stripe of white against her pink cheeks. Gemma guides your cock towards her own face, the next pulse landing across her lips, her tongue darting out to catch it. She passes you back and forth, their faces rapidly drowning in your semen.

When you're finally spent, you lean back in your chair, admiring the ruined faces of both women.

"Kiss. Now."