When Katarina saw Vessa, and Vessa told her she'd be staying over for the weekend, Katarina should have guessed it would turn out like this.
Vessa was on her left. Tavia was on her right. Both of them on their knees in front of her, both of them with their mouths on her cock, while Katarina stood with her back against the wall, hands flat against the stone, bracing herself so she wouldn't fall over.
[Good God Almighty. I've never been particularly religious, but I can certainly say this is a divine experience.]
Vessa's tongue ran up one side while Tavia's ran up the other, slow, coordinated, like they'd rehearsed this, which they hadn't, which made it worse, because it meant they were just naturally good at sharing. Vessa took the head into her mouth, sucked. Tavia dipped lower, licked the base. Katarina's hips jerked forward hard enough that Vessa pulled back, laughing.
"Sensitive?"
"Shut up."
