Chapter 934: Birds Lovelies (r-18)
Phei’s patience snapped like a taut wire. He rose from the makeup chair in one fluid, powerful motion, his strong body towering over them. With a low, dangerous growl, he swept one arm across the table behind him in a single, hot, dominating arc. Brushes, palettes, mirrors, bottles of setting spray, and half-used lipsticks clattered to the floor in a chaotic crash — the sound sharp and satisfying, like the breaking of any remaining pretense.
The table cleared in a second, the surface now bare and waiting.
As Phei’s arm had swept everything off in one brutal motion, the crash of makeup tools hitting the floor sending a dark thrill straight to his cock. He loved the sound; his blood burned hotter, cock already thick as he imagined what came next.
He grabbed Soraya first by the waist, lifting her effortlessly and setting her ass on the edge of the cleared table and watched her ass spread on it. Noor followed a heartbeat later, his hands firm on her slim hips as he placed her beside her friend.
Both women gasped at the sudden movement, their legs dangled, thighs pressed together in instinctive shyness even as their eyes burned with want.
Phei’s hands grabbed Soraya’s fat ass hard, his fingers sunk deep into the juicy cheeks even through her skirt, squeezing and spreading them before he yanked her high-waisted skirt all the way up to her waist in one impatient motion.
The fabric bunched at her hips, exposing her thong and the full round globes of her fat ass. He slapped one cheek hard, the sound cracked loud while her fat ass jiggled perfectly under his palm as he set her bare ass down on the cold table edge.
Soraya gasped, her big boobs bounced from the impact.
Phei’s cock throbbed at the sight and feel—
’I loved how her fat ass feels in hands, soft and warm and perfect to slap and grab.’
He ground his hips forward once, pressing the thick hard bulge of his cock right against her pussy through the thong, letting her feel how ready he was.
Then he turned to Noor, hands slid under her floral dress to grab her smaller but still round ass, squeezing the cheeks and spreading them as he pushed the dress up to her waist too.
He slapped her ass once — not as hard, but firm enough to make her tiny body jolt — before setting her beside Soraya; her perky little tits were already rising fast under the thin fabric.
Phei stood back for a second, savoring how both girls now sat with clothes pushed up or ruined somehow, asses on the table, thighs trembling.
He loved this — two girls completely at his mercy, about to get worshipped and wrecked by a they’d just met god.
Phei stood between their spread knees, looking down at them like a king surveying his newest conquests.
"You wanted this, girls?" he said, voice low and rough, laced with dark hunger. "I am going make sure you get it, lovelies."
Their eyes wet wide and glassy.
His hands were already moving again, grabbing Soraya’s fat ass under the bunched skirt and squeezing hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh while he ground his cock bulge slowly against her pussy.
He could feel the heat and dampness even through the thong he’d been tasting.
With his other hand he reached for Noor’s smaller ass, he grabbed and spread the cheeks, slapping lightly so her body shivered.
Phei’s cock twitched hard the way their bodies reacted to his hands like they were made for him.
He started with Soraya, the bolder one.
The pinstripe came first—he ripped the buttons open with impatient hands and he knew that turned her on even more, the fabric parted to reveal her bosom with nipples already hard and begging — her big boobs spilled out, heavy and soft and perfect, dark nipples already stiff and begging for his mouth.
He loved her big boobs — the way they bounced and jiggled, the way they filled his hands and spilled over.
Phei’s eyes darkened with pure hunger.
Her thong was next—black, delicate with thin upper straps that wrapped around her narrow waist like sinful chains, accentuating the dramatic flare of her hips.
He tugged it down with his teeth too, it caught on her round, firm ass before sliding free, leaving her completely bare.
Phei dropped to his knees between Soraya’s spread legs like it was the most natural thing in the world, a god kneeling only to ruin his worshippers.
He kissed every inch of skin he exposed, tasting the warm salt of her body, the faint red marks the chains had left on her waist. Phei’s tongue traced those marks like he was claiming them forever.
Soraya shivered violently as cool air in the room kept hitting her naked skin, her big boobs rising and falling fast, nipples dark and stiff.
Phei couldn’t resist he rose up slowly — he leaned in and sucked one fat nipple into his mouth right away, tongue flicking hard while his hand grabbed her other big boob and squeezed. She tasted clean and sweet, a little salty from the long day.
He groaned against her tit, the vibration making her moan.
Then he moved lower again, kissing down her soft stomach, biting gently at the red chain marks on her waist before his mouth found her inner thighs; he bit and licked there too, leaving little red marks, tasting her warm skin while his hands stayed on her fat ass — grabbing, squeezing, spreading the cheeks wide so her juicy pussy was fully exposed to him.
Soraya was so and her body reacted in shivers or tremors and that too her big boobs bounced every time she gasped.
Phei paused and just looked at her. Her breasts were full and heavy that spilled perfectly into his hands each as he touched them, her nipples were a bit long and faced down.
Her narrow waist flared into those hot, rounded hips that made Phei’s mouth water.
The chain-like straps of her thong had left faint red lines on her skin, and he leaned in immediately, kissing each one slowly, tongue tracing the marks as if claiming them.
Soraya’s breath hitched into a soft, broken moan — "Ahh..." — her thighs trembling as his mouth moved lower, kissing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
Phei’s mouth kept moving lower on Soraya, tongue dragging wet stripes up her inner thighs while his hands never left her fat ass. He grabbed both cheeks hard, fingers sinking deep into the soft juicy flesh, spreading her wide and slapping one side so her big ass jiggled against the table.
The slap made her pussy clench visibly and a fresh drop of her sweet juice slid down.
He groaned at the sight. He leaned in and kissed the red marks the thong straps had left, tongue tracing every line slow and filthy, tasting her skin then he bit the inside of her thigh, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make her gasp and grab his hair.
Soraya’s big boobs were heaving above him, nipples tight and dark, and Phei reached up with one hand to grab one, squeezing the heavy tit while his other hand stayed busy slapping and spreading her fat ass.
He was enjoying every second — the taste of her skin, the way her body shook, the wet heat of her pussy so close to his mouth.
Phei had let Noor watch for a few scenes with wide, dark eyes, her own dress still on before he turned to her next, gentler but no less hungry.
While Phei pleasured Noor with that same dark hunger, but his touch was slower, more teasing — like a god savoring his second offering.
He hooked the thin straps of her floral dress with his fingers and slid them down her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her waist and exposing her tiny perky tits.
Phei’s mouth watered at the sight — her breasts were smaller than Soraya’s — perky, perfectly shaped, with delicate sensitive looking pink nipples that tightened instantly under his gaze.
