The table and drawers in the hallway 3

In the hallway, right by the stairs, there was a narrow lacquered wooden table with two drawers. It wouldn’t really be much of a hiding place for anything, but it might make sense that on the way up the stairs John Doe had ditched the planchette on or nearby. Looking on top of the table itself took no time, all that was on there was a lamp and the house landline. The two drawers below took a little longer. Flinging open the first one, you find only a few old letters in tattered envelopes. Pushing you aside you find more of the same, alongside a few old documents, pens, and an expired driver’s license. The other drawer is similarly unhelpful, although it is at least a little neater. In it you find another pen beside a pad of sticky notes with a number scrawled on it, besides that is an old wallet. Grabbing it you hurriedly tear it apart to find it completely empty, not even a single coin of spare change anywhere inside. Tossing it back you check to the very back of both drawers again, finding nothing.

“Come on, lay down on the bed,” Miranda invites Tom eagerly and the sound of creaking bed springs make it clear that he didn’t wait to obey. There’s an ominous second creak as Miranda follows him, and for a heart stopping moment you think she’s about to fuck him just like that. Only Sarah’s timely comment restarts your heart. “I thought you didn’t like tittyfucking, Miranda?” She teases her stacked young friend. “I’ve only tried it a few times, and when I did their dicks just get kinda lost in my cleavage,” Miranda explains, sounding embarrassed even from all the way downstairs. “But this one’s definitely big enough,” Sarah finishes her sentence for her. Before Miranda can respond another unintelligible rumble that must be John Doe’s low voice sounds off from upstairs. “You’re right, it is big enough for two,” Sarah elucidates on what John Doe just said, follow by another groan from the bed as she climbs on to it too. “There, a perfect fit,” Sarah laughs, wrapping her own large tits around John Doe’s cock alongside Miranda’s 36C breasts. “Not quite, the head is still sticking out!” Miranda titters. “Hehe, maybe Nicole’s little things could cover that!” Sarah quips, making the pair of them giggle with their tits around Tom’s cock. The feeling of the two of them laughing like that must be incredible, like a vibrating massage for John Doe’s cock.

“Now, move out the way. I wanna really titfuck him,” Miranda purrs wantonly. “And you call me a slut?” Sarah fires back, still laughing. “Fine, I’m sure I can find something else to play with.” For a little while you can only hear the gentle creak of the bed as Miranda massages Tom’s cock, John Doe’s deep groans of satisfaction, and the wet sound of Sarah constantly licking something. “Mmm, now I know why they call them plums, so big and juicy,” Sarah groans, taking a break from lavishing his balls with her tongue to lavish them with praise instead. “You doing okay up there, Miranda?” Sarah asks. “Mmhmm,” Miranda responds, again sounding like she has her mouthful. “Are you sucking on it as you titfuck it? You can never call me a slut again after this,” Sarah tells her. “Mmph, it’s fun to be a slut when the guy’s this hung,” Miranda defends herself, briefly taking her mouth off John Doe’s dick to do so. “Oh, I know, right?” Sarah concurs, before loudly smooching both of Tom’s heavy balls. “Mr doe, please can you tell us when you’re about to finish? I want to be ready for it,” Sarah pleaded with him before going back to running her tongue over his sack. “Oh yes, me too. I want to see if it tastes as nice as your precum,” Miranda added, her voice a little strained from the exertion of pumping her big tits up and down Tom’s long cock. You better find that planchette fast before the girls become John Doe’s cum dump.