Fashionably Late

Flynt Dominick's late as hell. Charity Bangs and Britt Shields are bored out of their minds, twiddling thumbs while waiting for the guy. Can't blame 'em for killing time—they start practicing their moves right there. Charity sneaks a hand over, tickling Britt's pussy through that sheer lacy lingerie, fingers dancing like they're teasing a secret. Britt? She doesn't hesitate. Yanks her clothes aside in a flash, inviting Charity to hop on the couch and rub one out together, hands exploring slick heat. Flynt strolls in finally, eyes popping at the sight of his favorite masseuses going at it, fingers buried deep and moans filling the room. But hey, he's a regular—this is just Tuesday for him. Cock's already straining, ready to play. Charity and Britt pounce, dropping to their knees under the table. They wrap those warm throats around his thick shaft, milking him slow and deep, throats working like velvet vices. Lips lock on his balls next, sucking with a hum that vibrates right through him, their murmurs buzzing like naughty whispers. All the while, they keep the party going—taking turns fingering each other, pinching and sucking nipples till they're hard peaks, bodies twisting in rhythm. Flynt can't hold back. He unloads a hot rope straight into Britt's eager mouth, thick cum spilling over her tongue. She pulls Charity in for the share, swapping the salty prize in a sloppy, grinning kiss that seals the deal.