But as his cock glistened clean and rock-hard once more, throbbing with need, Seraphina pulled back with a gasp, her eyes gleaming. "Now that you're all shiny and ready... we want you to fuck us doggy style, Xavier. Bend us over and pound us like the sluts we are."

Celene nodded eagerly, her hand giving one last stroke. "Yes, please—take turns ruining our pussies from behind. I beg you, fill me first."

They positioned themselves on all fours at the edge of the bed, side by side, their enormous asses presented like offerings—full, round cheeks quivering slightly, pussies slick and swollen from earlier, black hair tumbling over their shoulders as they looked back at him with begging eyes.

Xavier rose behind them, his hands caressing their curves first, palms sliding over Celene's hips, squeezing her ass, feeling the soft give under his fingers.

He started with Celene, gripping her wide hips as he aligned his cock with her entrance. "You want it, slut? Beg for me to fuck you doggy," he growled, teasing the tip against her folds.

Celene arched her back, pushing back. "Yes! Please, Xavier—fuck me hard from behind. I need your big cock stretching me... more, give me more!"

With a thrust, he entered her, the feeling inside her pussy immediate and blissful—hot, wet walls parting for his girth, gripping him tightly as he sank deep, the angle allowing him to hit deeper than before.

Her pussy clenched around him, rippling with each inch, a velvet heat that sucked him in, the friction intense as her juices coated him anew.

Xavier's hands caressed her curves as he began to pound—sliding up her back, then down to her enormous breasts hanging below, cupping them, feeling their heavy weight bounce with each thrust, thumbs flicking her nipples.

He traced her waist, gripped her ass, spanking lightly to make her moan. The sensation for him was raw power—her pussy milking him rhythmically, tight and welcoming, each thrust sending pleasure shooting through his core.

Lustful thoughts overwhelmed: how her ass jiggled with impact, her curves fitting his hands perfectly, a need to claim her fully.

Seraphina watched, fingering herself. "Fuck her harder, Xavier—she's begging like a whore. Then me... I need it too."

Celene's begs escalated, her body rocking back to meet him. "Deeper—oh fuck, more! Pound this slutty pussy... I beg you, don't stop!" Her orgasm built fast, walls fluttering, clenching hard as she came, screaming, "Yes, fill me!"

Xavier pulled out, turning to Seraphina, who wiggled her ass invitingly. "My turn—please, Xavier, fuck me doggy. Stretch this pussy wide... I need more, beg for your cock!"

He thrust in, the feeling in her pussy different yet divine—tighter from anticipation, walls hugging him possessively, hot and slick, every ridge felt as he drove deep.

His hands roamed her curves greedily—kneading her ass, sliding to her hips for leverage, reaching under to pinch her enormous breasts, feeling them swing.

For Xavier, it was ecstasy—her pussy's grip pulling at him, the slap of his balls against her, emotions of dominance and adoration mixing, thoughts of her voluptuous body yielding to him.

"Harder—more, Xavier! I'm your slut, begging for every inch!" Seraphina cried, pushing back, her begs slutty and desperate.

They switched multiple times, Xavier taking turns pounding them doggy—Celene's pussy yielding and wet, Seraphina's demanding and tight—his caresses constant, mapping their curves: asses, breasts, thighs.

Lust built, their moans harmonizing, begs filling the air: "More—fuck us harder! We beg for your cum!"

The golden light of dawn had fully claimed the room now, chasing away the last vestiges of night, but the three lovers remained cocooned in their own world of heat and desire, oblivious to the passage of time.

The air was heavy with the scent of their passion—sweat, musk, and the faint floral notes from the jasmine candles that had burned low on the nightstand.

The king-sized bed was a disarray of twisted sheets, pillows scattered like fallen soldiers in their battle of lust. Xavier lay there, his broad chest rising and falling in deep breaths, his body still humming from the doggy-style pounding he'd given Seraphina and Celene, his cock slick and spent but not entirely softened, glistening with their combined releases.

Drops of his cum lingered on the tip, mixed with their juices, a sticky reminder of the ecstasy they'd shared.

Seraphina and Celene, their black hair tousled and wild, their enormous breasts heaving with each pant, knelt beside him on the bed.

Their nightgowns, long since discarded in the frenzy, lay forgotten on the floor, leaving their voluptuous figures fully exposed—curves that seemed sculpted for sin, wide hips flaring out from narrow waists, asses full and round, thighs thick and inviting.

But now, with a shared glance of hungry agreement, they moved toward him again, their eyes fixed on his cock with slutty intent.

"Mmm, Xavier," Seraphina murmured, her voice a husky whisper laced with need, "look at you... all messy from fucking us so good. We can't leave you like this. Let us clean you up—please, we beg to taste you again."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned down, her enormous breasts brushing against his thigh, the soft weight of them sending a fresh shiver through him.

Celene nodded eagerly, her blue eyes dark with lust, her black hair falling like a curtain as she positioned herself closer.

"Yes, darling... we've been such dirty sluts for you. Now we get to lick every bit of our mess off that big cock. I need it in my mouth—more, give us more."

They both descended, their hands and mouths working in tandem, a sensual dance of devotion that made Xavier's pulse quicken anew.

Celene started, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft first, feeling the warmth of him, the slick coating of cum and pussy juices making her grip slippery and erotic.

She stroked slowly, up and down, her palm gliding over the veins that pulsed faintly, the skin still sensitive from their earlier exertions.

"God, you're still so hot... throbbing even after all that," she whispered sluttily, her thumb circling the head to smear the remnants, feeling him twitch in her hand.

Then, her tongue extended, flat and eager, lapping at the underside from balls to tip in long, deliberate strokes. The taste exploded on her tongue—salty cum mingled with the sweet tang of their arousal, a forbidden elixir that made her moan softly.

As she took the head into her mouth, the feeling was divine: warm, velvety flesh filling her lips, stretching them slightly as she sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the ridge, cleaning every crease.

Inside her mouth, he felt thick and substantial, the head pressing against her soft palate, the subtle throb sending vibrations through her as she hummed in pleasure.

Her hand continued stroking the length, fingers tightening rhythmically, feeling him harden inch by inch under her touch—the heat building, the slickness turning to fresh saliva as she worked.

Xavier's head fell back against the pillow, a low groan escaping his lips as Celene's mouth enveloped him.

The sensation was a gentle fire rekindling—her tongue like wet silk, teasing out sparks of pleasure from his oversensitive skin.

Lustful thoughts raced through his mind: how these two goddesses, with their black hair framing their faces like dark angels, made him feel invincible, their devotion a balm and a torment all at once.

Every lick pulled at his core, rebuilding the ache he'd thought sated, her hand's strokes adding a friction that made his hips shift involuntarily. It was intimate, worshipful, and utterly consuming, emotions of gratitude and raw desire swelling in his chest.

Seraphina watched for a moment, her hand trailing over Celene's back, encouraging, before she leaned in to join.

"Let me have a taste, you greedy slut," she teased, her voice dripping with playful jealousy. Celene pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and passed him over like a shared treasure.

Seraphina's hand replaced Celene's at the base, her fingers encircling him firmly, stroking with a twist that made him gasp—the grip tighter, more demanding, feeling the pulse quicken under her palm, the slick residue making each pump smoother, hotter.

"Fuck, Xavier... you taste like us, like pure sin. I need more—begging to suck this clean." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the sides in quick, teasing laps, savoring the flavors before she engulfed him fully.

Her mouth was hotter, wetter, her lips sealing around him as she bobbed slowly, taking him deeper.

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