This Is Your Life Now (Complete) ft Ama Rio & Onyx Kim
Ama and Onyx make it clear from the start: this is his life now. The moment they climb on top of him, they lock lips and start making out, using his face as their seat while they lose themselves in each other. Their bodies grind together, heat building as they take his breath away beneath them, barely acknowledging his muffled gasps except to laugh and push him deeper. Every time he tries to move or turn his head for air, their hands guide him right back where they want him, buried between them. The sound of their breath and lips filling the room as he’s left to serve silently beneath their pleasure. They tell him to quiet down there, to stay still, to take it while they enjoy themselves. Two girls wrapped up in each other’s rhythm, using his body like it belongs to them. This isn’t a game anymore. This is his life now.
Things get even slicker in part two, literally. Ama and Onyx coat themselves in oil, their skin glistening as they climb back on top of him like it’s exactly where they belong. Their bodies slide and shine under the light, and once again, his face is buried beneath them, facesat under soft, oiled curves that don't let up. They take turns riding his face, grinding down slowly, teasingly, getting comfortable as he struggles underneath. Every movement makes the oil smear across his skin, every gasp muffled under the weight of their slick control. His protests are met with giggles and shushes, their hands gently guiding him back into place. All the while, they kiss, deep, breathy, and soaked in heat, completely focused on each other while using him as nothing more than a surface to enjoy it on. Their bodies slide together, their rhythm synced, their pleasure the only thing that matters....
Things get even slicker in part two, literally. Ama and Onyx coat themselves in oil, their skin glistening as they climb back on top of him like it’s exactly where they belong. Their bodies slide and shine under the light, and once again, his face is buried beneath them, facesat under soft, oiled curves that don't let up. They take turns riding his face, grinding down slowly, teasingly, getting comfortable as he struggles underneath. Every movement makes the oil smear across his skin, every gasp muffled under the weight of their slick control. His protests are met with giggles and shushes, their hands gently guiding him back into place. All the while, they kiss, deep, breathy, and soaked in heat, completely focused on each other while using him as nothing more than a surface to enjoy it on. Their bodies slide together, their rhythm synced, their pleasure the only thing that matters....
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