Chapter 932: Oh, Hungry Birds~ (r-18)
Phei’s thigh muscles jumped and twitched every time her teeth grazed. She tasted his hot skin, the warm manly scent and the taste of him filling her mouth while her own pussy got wetter and drippier from his hands on her fat ass.
She ground her body forward her short skirt brushing his calf while her fat ass stayed lifted and presented.
Phei pushed her panties aside and slapped her bare fat ass hard; the juicy flesh rippled and she moaned into his thigh, her hips rocked back to meet the next squeeze while her big soft ass grew all flushed and warm, red handprints standing out as he spread her open again and again, her pussy getting so wet the sweet drippy smell rose up.
Phei’s fingers got sticky with her pussy juice again.
He licked them clean once more tasting her juicy flavor on his tongue before shoving his hand back to grab and spread her fat ass wider.
Noor made a soft, mortified sound against his chest but didn’t stop.
Her tongue circled his nipple again, slower this time, before she moved to the other side and repeated the process—lick, suck, the lightest bite that sent a sharp spark straight down Phei’s spine.
Her hands were on his ribs now with her fingers splaying wide as if she was trying to map every inch of him by touch alone.
Every so often her nails would drag lightly, leaving faint red lines that made his cock twitch visibly in his boxers.
Phei’s hands kept moving, restless and hungry:
Under Soraya’s skirt his fingers slipped beneath the edge of her underwear, brushing bare skin, teasing the crease where thigh met ass.
With Noor he slid his hand around to the front of her dress, cupping one full breast through the thin fabric and squeezing, thumb brushing over the hard nipple he could feel even through the material.
She arched into his touch with a quiet, shaky exhale.
Phei’s fingers found bare heated skin under Soraya’s panties.
He grabbed her fat ass cheek hard, squeezing until the soft flesh dimpled, then spread her wide with both hands so her juicy pussy cleft showed completely. His fingertips brushed the soaked panties again and the hot wet heat under them; her body trembled, thighs shaking as she knelt, fresh pussy juice coating his fingers.
He slapped her bare fat ass again — once, twice — the sharp sounds followed by deep grabs that made her push back harder, grinding her fat ass into his palms while her mouth worked higher on his thigh.
For Noor, Phei grabbed her small tit through the dress again, squeezing the tiny boob, Phei’s thumb flicked and pinched her stiff nipple in rough circles until she pressed down against him with a shaky whimper.
He could still taste her sweet drippy pussy on his tongue from licking his fingers.
"You’re both shaking," he murmured, voice low and edged with dark amusement.
His thumb stroked over Noor’s nipple in slow circles while his other hand squeezed Soraya’s ass harder. "After hours of fixing my face and my clothes like good little professionals... now you’re on your knees and bent over me like you’ve been waiting for this all day. The irony is fucking delicious, isn’t it?"
Phei slapped Soraya’s bare fat ass again, the hit making the juicy flesh ripple hard.
She jerked forward, her big boobs squished and bounced against his leg, a broken little sound coming out as she bit his inner thigh back. He followed right away with a deep spreading squeeze, holding her fat ass open while his thumb rubbed along the wet seam of her panties, feeling how soaked and drippy her pussy had gotten.
His hips lifted a little and he ground his hard bulge in his boxers against the side of her face in a slow hungry roll, letting her feel how thick and ready his cock was.
While Soraya tasted his skin of his thigh going from one to another and moaned, her own pussy getting even wetter from the way he kept slapping and spreading her fat ass.
She groaned against his thigh and bit down again—harder this time—before licking the mark she’d left. She was working her way higher now thighs to thigh leaving no territory untouched even through Phei’s touch and pleasure as he added Goddess Fall Touch, her mouth was hot on Phei’s skin and of course wet, tongue dragging over every inch of his powerful leg like she wanted to taste all of him.
When she reached the crease of his thigh she paused, breathing hard before she pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right there her tongue flicking out to taste the skin so close to his cock that the heat of her breath made the thick bulge twitch.
Her bite sank deeper into the sensitive inner thigh, teeth leaving a clear red mark on the hot skin.
She held Phei’s legs spread wide with both hands, fingers gripping the thick muscle that flexed and bunched under her touch.
The skin there was thin and extra sensitive, every lick and nip making the muscle jump and his cock throb harder against the boxers. She tasted the strongest scent of his skin now she was near where it was strongest, she took in a huge sniff, the warm heat of him, the thick manly flavor that made her mouth water while her big boobs pressed against his leg.
She ground her cheeks against the big bulge nuzzling it while her tongue kept licking, and Phei answered by grinding his hips up rough, dragging the cloth-covered cock across her face.
He slapped her fat ass harder, the juicy flesh bouncing and turning redder; she moaned loud against his thigh, the vibration going straight through him while fresh pussy juice slicked his fingers where he kept her spread open.
Phei licked his sticky fingers again, tasting her sweet drippy pussy on his tongue before going back to spreading her fat ass.
Noor’s mouth had moved lower too. She kissed down the center of his abs, tongue tracing every ridge and valley with growing confidence. Her bites were lighter than Soraya’s—more experimental—but no less sinful.
She nipped at the muscle just above his navel, then soothed it with a slow lick before moving lower still, her dark hair spilling across his stomach like ink. When she reached the waistband of his boxers she hesitated, she could also feel Soraya’s breathe next to her too, her lips hovered just above the straining fabric, and glanced up at him through her lashes.
Phei met her gaze and smiled—slow, dangerous, full of the lazy dominance that had carried him through the entire day.
"Go on," he said quietly. "Both of you. I want to feel how badly you’ve been wanting this."
Soraya didn’t need to be told twice:
She shifted closer on her knees; her one hand braced on his thigh while the other slid up to hook into the waistband of his boxers. She tugged them down just enough to free the thick, heavy length of his cock—already flushed dark and leaking at the tip from everything they’d done so far.
The sight made both women pause again.
Soraya’s lips parted, Noor’s breath hitched audibly.
They looked at each other.
The look was filthy—wide eyes, flushed cheeks, a shared spark of we’re actually doing this and he’s this hard because of us.
