Their hands never stopped—overlapping at times, one stroking while the other sucked, the dual stimulation making his balls ache with building pressure.

Thoughts overwhelmed him: how their nightgowns accentuated their figures, the enormous breasts bouncing slightly with their movements, the black hair framing faces lost in ecstasy. He felt empowered, their eagerness fueling his dominance, emotions of deep lust intertwined with a surprising tenderness—these women weren't just bodies; they were his, in every sense.

As they worked him, the room filled with wet slurps and soft moans, the night outside forgotten. Seraphina leaned in during Celene's turn, her lips brushing Celene's ear. "Suck him deeper, sister... make him throb for us." Celene complied, gagging slightly but pushing on, the feeling of him hitting her throat sending thrills through her. Xavier's hand tightened in her hair, guiding the pace, his other reaching to fondle Seraphina's breast through her nightgown, squeezing the soft, heavy fullness until she whimpered.

After what felt like an eternity of this oral worship—his cock now pristinely clean but rock-hard and glistening with saliva—they pulled back, lips swollen and eyes gleaming. "Now," Xavier said, his voice thick with command, "for that different style. I want you both on your hands and knees, side by side. I'll take you from behind, alternating thrusts, while you kiss each other—muffled moans shared between you as I fuck you."

The women complied eagerly, shedding their nightgowns partially to bare their asses, the silk pooling around their knees on the bed. Seraphina and Celene positioned themselves, enormous breasts hanging heavily, black hair falling forward as they turned their heads to meet in a deep kiss. Xavier knelt behind them, his hands gripping Seraphina's hips first, thrusting into her slick pussy with a growl. The angle was new, deeper, her walls clenching around him immediately. "Mmmph!" she moaned into Celene's mouth, the kiss stealing her cries as their tongues dueled.

He switched after a few powerful thrusts, pulling out to enter Celene, the fresh heat enveloping him like a glove. Her muffled beg vibrated against Seraphina's lips: "Mmmph... yes... more!" Xavier's thoughts raced with triumph—this style allowed him to control the pace completely, their asses presented like offerings, the sight of their curves in the moonlight fueling his stamina. He alternated rhythmically, one hand on each hip, thrusting deep into one while fingering the other's clit, building them toward shared climaxes.

Their kisses deepened, moans escalating into a symphony of muffled desperation—"Mmmph... harder... beg!"—bodies rocking back against him. Seraphina's mind swirled with the intensity: the kiss with Celene making every thrust feel amplified, like their pleasures were intertwined. Celene thought similarly, the alternation teasing her to the edge, her pussy aching when he switched away.

Hours stretched, orgasms crashing in waves—Seraphina first, her walls fluttering around him as she screamed into Celene's mouth; then Celene, her body shuddering, pulling him deeper. Xavier held back, savoring the control, until finally, as he pounded into Seraphina, he came with a roar, filling her as their kiss broke for gasps of "More... always more!"

As the trio lay in a tangled, sweat-slicked embrace on the rumpled sheets, the room's nocturnal hush enveloped them like a velvet shroud. The moonlight had shifted slightly, now painting elongated shadows across the walls, the air thick with the musky aftermath of their pleasures. It felt like an eternity away from the outside world; here, in this intimate chamber, time bent to their desires. Seraphina and Celene's nightgowns, now fully discarded in the heat of their last round, lay forgotten at the foot of the bed, leaving their voluptuous bodies bare and glowing in the soft lamplight—their enormous breasts rising and falling with labored breaths, black hair matted to their necks and shoulders like dark silk ribbons. Xavier's hands roamed lazily over their curves, tracing the dip of Seraphina's waist and the swell of Celene's hip, his mind alight with fresh hunger. The alternating thrusts had left him spent but not satisfied; he craved deeper conquests, a new frontier to claim in their shared ecstasy.

Seraphina stirred first, her blue eyes fluttering open to meet Xavier's intense gaze. She propped herself on one elbow, her enormous breasts swaying gently with the motion, nipples still hardened from the lingering arousal. "Xavier... that was incredible, the way you switched between us, making us share every moan through our kisses. But I can see it in your eyes—you're not done. What wicked thought is brewing in that mind of yours?" Her voice was a sultry whisper, laced with anticipation, her thoughts swirling with a mix of exhaustion and renewed lust: how his dominance made her feel alive, vulnerable yet empowered, her body already aching for whatever he demanded next.

Celene, nestled on his other side, turned her head, her black hair cascading over his chest as she nuzzled closer. Her hand trailed down his abdomen, fingers dancing teasingly near his semi-hard cock, feeling the residual warmth and slickness from their earlier union. "Mmm, tell us, Xavier. We've been your good sluts all night—kissing while you fucked us, sucking you clean like devoted whores. What's next? I want to feel you in ways that make me scream your name." Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief, but beneath it lay a deep-seated craving; in her mind, the thought of pushing boundaries thrilled her, the intimacy of their threesome turning every act into a bond of trust and desire. She imagined him taking her in forbidden places, the stretch and fullness igniting fires she hadn't yet explored fully.

Xavier's lips curved into a predatory smile, his hands cupping their asses possessively, fingers dipping between their cheeks to tease the sensitive puckers there. The touch sent electric shivers through both women, their breaths hitching in unison. "You've both been perfect," he rumbled, his voice low and commanding, vibrating against their skin. "But I want more—I want to claim every part of you. Anal... slow at first, building to something raw and intense. Imagine it: me buried deep in your asses, alternating like before, while you kiss and whisper your dirtiest secrets to each other. Tell me, does that make your pussies clench just thinking about it?"

Seraphina gasped softly, her thighs pressing together as a fresh wave of arousal pooled between her legs. "Oh god, Xavier... yes. I've fantasized about you taking me there, stretching me open, making me feel so full and owned. But only if Celene joins—watching her face as you slide into her ass would drive me wild." Her thoughts raced with sensual imagery: the burn of entry giving way to pleasure, his cock pulsing in that tight, forbidden heat, her body surrendering completely. She leaned over Xavier to kiss Celene lightly, their lips brushing in a promise of shared vulnerability. "What do you say, sister? Ready to let him ruin our asses?"

Celene moaned into the kiss, her hand now fully encircling Xavier's cock, stroking him back to life with slow, deliberate pumps. The shaft hardened in her grasp, the familiar girth making her mouth water with memory. "Fuck yes... I've been craving it. Remember that time we talked about it, Seraphina? How it would feel like pure submission, his cock owning us from behind. Xavier, promise you'll go slow at first—tease us with your fingers, make us beg for every inch." Her mind flooded with lustful emotions: a mix of nervousness and excitement, the taboo act heightening her arousal, imagining the deep, throbbing fullness that would make her toes curl and her moans turn primal.

Xavier nodded, his eyes darkening with desire as he guided them into position. "On your hands and knees again, side by side, asses up for me. I'll prepare you both—make sure you're dripping and ready." The women complied eagerly, their voluptuous figures arching beautifully on the bed, enormous breasts pressing into the sheets, black hair falling forward like curtains framing their flushed faces. They turned to each other, lips meeting in a deep, exploratory kiss, tongues tangling as if to draw strength from one another. Xavier knelt behind them, his hands spreading Seraphina's cheeks first, exposing her tight rosebud. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to trace circles around it, the wet heat making her whimper into Celene's mouth.

"Mmmph... Xavier, your tongue feels so dirty there," Seraphina murmured against Celene's lips, breaking the kiss briefly. "It's making me so wet—tell me how it looks, Celene. Am I opening up for him?" Her body trembled, the sensation sending sparks up her spine, thoughts of vulnerability turning her on immensely: how this act stripped away all pretense, leaving her raw and exposed.

Celene glanced back over her shoulder, her blue eyes hooded with lust. "You look delicious, all pink and quivering. Xavier, lick her deeper—make her ass beg for your cock." As he obliged, delving his tongue inside Seraphina with probing thrusts, Celene reached over to fondle her friend's breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. "Feel that, Seraphina? Imagine his thick head pushing in instead... stretching you wide. I've done it before, but never with someone like him—it hurts so good at first, then it's pure bliss."

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