Two women kneel before you, their full breasts pressed together around your cock, warm skin gripping you from both sides at once.

Eight hands move with practiced confidence — fingers curling, palms steadying, each woman watching the other's rhythm and matching it without a word exchanged.

The pressure doubles every time they lean inward, and you watch the soft flesh yield around you, their eyes lifting to yours with that particular look that says they've done this before, and they intend to finish what they started.