Rachel Getting something from a table

Rachel - apparently - has turned on her heel and is shashays over towards the wooden table, holding all sorts of toys and instruments. She sways her hips with useful exaggeration and smirks at you over her shoulder.

A few more of the light sensations follow on the tip of your cock, but this time you get to look into the eyes of the darkhaired Pippa as she very deliberately showers your member in too brief kisses, then licks up the back, the briefly, briefly suckles on the head before going back to idle teasing.

Rachel returns, placing a simple hourglass on the alter.

"Three minutes, Pippa." she says, "..then we switch."

Pippa nods and crawls onto your lap, trapping your rock-hard dick against the fabric of her panties. A wonderful, feminin sigh escapes her and she grinds her wet core against you.

"What to do with you", she muses.