He chuckled.
He grabbed their faces.
He pulled them off.
"Let me give you a better position," he said.
He stood.
He walked to the bed. He lay down. On his back. His cock pointed up. Twelve inches. Coated in cum and saliva and the filth of their worship. It was a monument. An altar.
"Come," he said.
The sisters crawled.
They were on the bed. They faced each other. Their legs were between each other's. They hooked their legs together. Their pussies were pressed close. Almost touching. The wet lips were inches apart.
"Scissor," Raven said.
They obeyed.
Vess spread her legs. Lena spread hers. They interlocked. Their pussies were pressed together. The wet lips touched. The clits rubbed. The heat was enormous. The sensation was electric.
They cried out.
"Ah—!"
"Don't— don't touch me—" Lena gasped. "Don't rub against me— you are— you are my sister—"
"Shut up," Vess said. "You are wet. You are dripping on me. You little slut. You are humping me."
