Double Date

Cyrus King caught wind of this hot massage spot down the block—word on the street says it's killer. Stressed out and craving a break, he struts over to scope it out. He pushes through the door into the reception, and bam—the owner hits him with a grin, flanked by two absolute stunners. Kira Noir and Daya Knight step up, all smiles and curves, introducing themselves with that sultry vibe. Cyrus freezes, rock-hard dilemma: pick one? Hell no, his dick's already voting for both. The owner smirks, throws out the golden ticket—if he wants the full girlfriend treatment, why not snag 'em both? Cyrus lights up like he just won the lottery; he had no clue doubles were on the menu! The girls grab his hands, lead him to the back massage nook like they're hauling in fresh meat. They guide him to the shower, telling him to strip—easy choice, he peels off everything in a heartbeat. These vixens can't hide their hunger, eyes devouring him as they peel away the last scraps. Water cranks on, hot and steamy, and they dive in, lathering him up with soapy hands everywhere. But shit heats up quick—no time for teasing when you've got an hour to burn. Cyrus dives right in, grabbing fistfuls of tits and ass from both, squeezing like he owns the joint. The girls? They're all over his cock, stroking it firm and slow while trading sloppy kisses with him under the spray. They rinse off the suds, then nudge him down onto the mat, slick and ready. Oil pours on generous, their hands gliding over every inch of his body till he's gleaming. They straddle him one by one, bodies sliding like silk, but patience snaps fast—his cock slips right into Kira's tight heat. He pounds her deep, then flips to Daya, switching back and forth, owning every thrust. Can't hold back forever; he pulls out and unloads ropes all over Kira's juicy ass. Daya? That minx dives in, licking up every drop with a wicked grin, savoring the mess like it's her favorite treat.