Tom's hands lingered on Celine's and Raila's thighs, his fingers tracing the edges of their panties with a deliberate slowness that made the air crackle. Celine's warm, bold gaze met his, her lips curling in a defiant smile, while Raila's reserved eyes flickered with shy anticipation, her blush deepening.
Tom's smirk was all arrogance, his voice a low, cocky purr. "Don't hold back now, ladies. We're just getting to the good part."
He leaned toward Celine, his fingers deftly unhooking her lacy black bra, letting it fall to reveal her full breasts, nipples already hard in the cool air. His hands lingered, thumbs tracing slow circles around her nipples, teasing without direct contact, drawing a warm, throaty moan, "God, Tom…" Her body arched, craving more, but he kept the touch light, building anticipation without pushing her over the edge.
Celine's warm voice was a sultry challenge, "You're such a tease," her eyes glinting with playful defiance.
Tom turned to Raila, his touch gentler, respecting her quieter energy. He slid her cream bra off, his fingers grazing her soft skin, revealing her delicate curves. Raila's reserved gasp was soft, her blush spreading as his thumbs brushed the sides of her breasts, avoiding her nipples to keep the tension taut. "You're too damn shy," he murmured, his voice thick with arrogance, "but I know you're feeling this."
Raila's soft, "Tom…" was barely audible, her eyes flickering with a mix of nerves and desire.
Celine, emboldened by the wine and the heat of the moment, took initiative, her warm fingers sliding to Raila's skirt, tugging it down with a playful grin. "Let's even the score," she said, her voice a sultry melody, her touch brushing Raila's thighs, making her squirm. Raila's breath hitched, her reserved demeanor softening under Celine's warmth.
Tom, not to be outdone, peeled off his shirt, his toned chest drawing gasps from both. "Like what you see?" he teased, his voice dripping with smug confidence as he pulled them closer, guiding their hands to his chest, then to each other.
Celine's warm fingers traced Raila's arm, bold and teasing, while Raila's hesitant touch grazed Tom's abs, growing steadier under his encouraging smirk. "That's it," he said, his voice a low growl, "let's see how much fun we can have." The air was thick, their breaths mingling, the scent of arousal and wine swirling around them. Tom knelt before Celine, his lips kissing a slow path down her stomach, his hands parting her thighs.
Her warm moan was immediate, "Tom… God…" as his tongue teased the edge of her panties, then slipped beneath, finding her pussy's sensitive bud.
He licked with deliberate precision, slow at first, then deeper, his tongue swirling against her slick heat. The intense stimulation triggered her second mini-orgasm, her warm cry, "Tom… fuck!" loud and desperate as her body quaked, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
He turned to Raila, his lips kissing her inner thighs, soft and teasing, before sliding her panties down. His tongue explored her pussy, gentle but precise, teasing her bud before diving deeper. Raila's reserved moan, "Tom… ohh…" was a soft plea, her second mini-orgasm hitting as her body trembled, her hands clutching the sheets for anchor.
Her blush deepened, her quiet gasps a contrast to Celine's bold cries. Celine, watching, slid her warm hand to Raila's breast, teasing her nipple with a gentle pinch, amplifying the moment without triggering another orgasm. "You're so pretty like this," Celine murmured, her voice warm and teasing, drawing a shy, "Celine…" from Raila.
Tom's chuckle vibrated against Raila's skin as he pulled back, licking his lips with an arrogant grin. "Told you I'm the best," he said, his voice thick with smug satisfaction. He returned to Celine, his tongue diving back into her pussy, working faster now, his lips sucking her bud with relentless precision.
Her third mini-orgasm hit, her warm voice breaking, "Ohh… God…" as her body arched, her thighs trembling around his head. Her warm cry filled the room, her hands tugging his hair, urging him on. Tom's eyes glinted, his ego stoked by her unraveling, his control absolute.
The trio's bodies were pressed close now, their skin flushed and slick with sweat. Tom's fingers returned to Raila's pussy, sliding inside with a slow, deliberate curl, targeting that sweet spot.
Her third mini-orgasm sparked, her soft cry, "Tom…" muffled against his shoulder as her body shuddered, her reserved nature cracking further. Celine's warm hands explored Raila's thighs, her fingers teasing but not entering, keeping the focus on Tom's actions.
"You're driving her wild," Celine said, her voice a sultry purr, her bold gaze locked on Raila's trembling form.
Tom shed his jeans, his rod hard and unapologetic, drawing wide-eyed looks from both girls. Celine's warm laugh was bold, "Well, damn, Tom," while Raila's reserved, "Oh…" was softer, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and nerves.
He positioned himself between them, his fingers teasing their pussys through their panties, building anticipation without triggering more orgasms. "You're both too perfect," he growled, his voice thick with that arrogant edge, "but I'm just warming up."
Celine's warm moan was a challenge, "Then show us, big shot," while Raila's soft, "O… okayy…" was a quiet surrender.
His fingers slipped back into Celine's pussy, curling inside with a steady rhythm, drawing a warm, "Tom… please…" as her body tensed, teetering on the edge but not quite there. He mirrored the motion with Raila, his fingers gentle but firm, her soft gasp a quiet, "Oh… Tom…" as her body responded, her thighs trembling.
The room was a symphony of their breaths, Celine's warm moans, Raila's reserved gasps, and Tom's low, arrogant chuckles. Their bodies were a tangle of heat and desire, the air thick with the musky scent of arousal, the tension building to a fever pitch.
Tom leaned back, his rod aching, but he held back, savoring the control. "Ready for more?" he teased, his voice a cocky purr as he guided their hands to each other's thighs, encouraging exploration.
Celine's warm fingers brushed Raila's skin, bold and teasing, while Raila's hesitant touch grazed Celine's waist, growing steadier.