Eventually, the cool air began to cling to their damp skin, and Emily gave a soft shiver as she pressed closer to Ron’s chest.

“Alright,” he murmured, dropping a kiss into her hair. “Let’s take this inside before one of you catches a chill—and I’m not done feeding you yet.”

They gathered themselves with lazy smiles and tangled limbs, still completely bare and unbothered as they wandered into the house. The girls didn’t even bother dressing. They padded barefoot through the kitchen, glowing in the soft overhead light, hips swaying, laughing softly as they raided his fridge.

Ron tossed steaks onto a sizzling skillet, slicing them thin and seasoning them with practiced ease. The girls nibbled on veggies and licked aioli off their fingers, completely nude, comfortable, and playful as they danced to the slow, sultry music still drifting through the house.

Emily twirled across the floor, curls bouncing, her body all curves and confidence. Jessica joined her, swaying her hips, lifting her arms over her head with a giggle, her body still flushed and radiant from before.

Ron leaned against the counter, watching them.

A slow smile spread across his face—amused, yes, but more than that: amazed. The sight of them—free, glowing, moving through his house like they belonged there—did something to him. Something deep. Something hungry.

He plated the sliders—thin steak slices layered with melted cheese, arugula, and toasted buns—and set them on the island.

“Food’s up,” he said, voice gravel-low.

They came to him immediately, biting into the little sandwiches with delighted hums, licking their fingers, occasionally feeding each other little bites, stealing kisses in between.

And that’s when the thought hit him.

A wicked, electric little spark.

Ron set his glass down slowly. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, voice silk-wrapped steel.

Emily arched an eyebrow, still licking sauce from her thumb. “Yeah?”

Jessica smirked. “We know that tone…”

He stepped forward, crowding them gently against the counter, eyes flicking between them. “How do you girls feel about… making a little home movie tonight?”

Emily’s smile widened instantly. “You mean us?”

“Only if you want to,” Ron added, though the heat in his eyes gave away how badly he wanted it. “Nothing leaves this house. Just for us. Just this night.”

Jessica leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You better make sure the lighting’s good.”

Emily giggled behind her. “Hope your phone’s charged, old man.”

Ron growled, reaching for his phone on the counter, already grinning like he knew exactly what came next.

This wasn’t just round two.

This was going to be recorded history.

Ron’s phone was already in his hand, thumb hovering over the record button as he backed up just enough to frame the scene in front of him. The kitchen lights were soft and warm, casting a golden glow across smooth skin and tousled hair.

Emily sat on the edge of the counter, legs parted, her body still flushed from earlier. She leaned back slightly on her hands, her lips parted, eyes heavy with anticipation. Jessica stood between her legs, still giggling from the last bite of slider she fed her, but her smile was shifting—turning sultry, predatory.

Ron hit record.

The camera caught everything—the curve of Emily’s thighs, the way Jessica’s hands slid up her sides, slow and possessive. The playful laughter melted into something deeper as Jessica leaned in, capturing Emily’s lips with her own, their tongues brushing in a slow, teasing kiss.

Emily let out a soft whimper as Jessica’s fingers found her again—exploring her, stroking her gently, reverently.

Ron’s voice came from behind the camera, low and rough and dark with awe.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You two were made for this. For me. For the camera.”

Jessica broke the kiss just long enough to flash him a wicked grin, her fingers still working slow circles against Emily’s body. “You like watching us, don’t you?”

“I could watch you forever,” Ron growled. “The way you touch each other… the way you feel everything.”

He stepped closer as he filmed, zooming in on Emily’s face as her head tipped back, lips parted in pleasure, a soft moan escaping her throat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice not just lustful—but reverent. “You have no idea how special this is.”

Emily opened her eyes, meeting the lens—meeting him through it—and gave the faintest smirk, her hips rolling gently against Jessica’s hand.

“Oh, I think we do.”

Jessica leaned down again, her tongue tracing along Emily’s neck as her fingers dipped deeper, curling slow and sure. Emily gasped, arching into her, her breath hitching.

Ron’s hand trembled slightly as he filmed, overcome by the sight—two gorgeous, wild, shameless women completely lost in each other… for him. For his eyes. For this moment.

Jessica leaned in closer, lips brushing Emily’s ear as her fingers continued their slow, skillful rhythm. Emily was trembling now, thighs parted wider on the kitchen counter, her head resting against the cabinet behind her, lost in the sensation, her body on display under the warm kitchen lights.

But her eyes fluttered open when Jessica whispered to her.

Voice low.

Dark.

Filthy.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jessica murmured, her breath hot against Emily’s cheek. “Being so fucking naughty. Letting him watch us. Letting me play with you. All spread out like a little prize.”

Emily moaned, biting her lip hard, her legs twitching under Jessica’s touch.

Jessica’s lips ghosted down her throat. “I love it too. Being watched. Being used. Being filthy for him.”

Ron groaned audibly behind the camera, and the lens trembled slightly in his hand.

Jessica looked over her shoulder, eyes locking with his. “She’s so wet, Ron,” she purred, two fingers slowly curling deep inside Emily as her thumb stroked her clit with expert pressure. “You seeing this?”

“I see everything,” he growled.

The ache in Ron’s core was unbearable now—his cock hard and straining as he watched the two of them devour each other right there on his kitchen counter. He couldn’t take it anymore. He set the phone down just enough to reach into his waistband, freeing himself with a rough sigh of relief. His hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly, matching Jessica’s rhythm as he kept filming with one hand.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re going to kill me.”

Emily gasped again, louder this time, and her eyes snapped open to stare at the camera—no, at him—as Jessica brought her right to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, hips bucking. “Please—don’t stop—”

Jessica didn’t.

She leaned in and kissed her again, slow and deep, her tongue teasing, her fingers relentless. All while whispering more filth, feeding Emily every dark fantasy she didn’t know she needed to hear.

Ron pumped himself harder, breath ragged as he watched—his girls, his house, his film. And this?

This was only the beginning of what they were about to capture.

Emily whimpered when Jessica’s fingers suddenly stilled, her body twitching from the denial. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling from being held just on the edge for so long.

But Jessica only smiled, slow and dark. “Not yet,” she whispered, withdrawing her hand from between Emily’s legs, her fingers glistening in the low kitchen light. “You’ll come when we say.”

Emily’s lips parted in protest, but she didn’t argue—she trusted her. Wanted it. Needed more.

Jessica stepped back, took Emily’s hand, and pulled her off the counter with a firm tug. “On your hands and knees,” she said softly. “Right in front of Ron.”

Emily dropped to the floor, hair tumbling over her shoulders, her curves bathed in golden light. She arched her back naturally, her body instinctively offering itself up as she settled into position directly in front of Ron and his camera.

The sight of her bare and trembling on all fours was almost too much.

Jessica knelt behind her, running both hands down Emily’s back, then gripping her hips to hold her steady. “Keep your eyes on him,” she whispered. “Show him how good I make you feel.”

Then her fingers found Emily’s center again—wet, swollen, ready—and slipped inside without hesitation. Emily let out a cry, her hands flattening against the hardwood floor, head tilted back as Jessica worked her from behind.

Ron growled under his breath, his hand stroking himself harder now, the camera catching everything—the way Emily’s body shuddered with every thrust of Jessica’s fingers, the way her lips parted as she looked up at him, wide-eyed and starving.

“She wants it, Ron,” Jessica purred from behind her, her voice wicked and breathless. “Look at her. She wants to taste you so bad.”

Emily whimpered and nodded, her voice catching. “Please… let me…”

Ron stepped closer, the camera in one hand, the other still stroking himself—slow and tight—as he loomed over her, his arousal inches from her flushed, pleading face.

Jessica curled her fingers deeper, dragging a desperate moan from Emily as she glanced up through her lashes, lips parted, chest heaving.

“Good girl,” Jessica whispered, her other hand splayed across Emily’s lower back to keep her steady. “Beg for it. Make him come for you.”

Ron’s breathing turned ragged, the tension in his jaw tight as he looked down at both of them—Emily falling apart, Jessica driving her there, and him, completely undone by the sight.

He was seconds from breaking.

And they knew it.

Jessica’s fingers moved with purpose now—deeper, faster, curling just right inside Emily as her palm pressed hard against the aching bundle of nerves that had been teased too long. Her other hand gripped Emily’s hip, nails digging in possessively.

Her voice dropped, dark and low, each word soaked in filth.

“Look at you,” Jessica growled, breath hot against Emily’s back. “Crawling, dripping, begging for his come like a perfect little whore. You love this, don’t you? His cock in your face. My fingers inside you. Being watched while you fall apart.”

Emily sobbed out a moan, head dropping between her shoulders, body trembling violently. “Yes—yes, I love it—I can’t—fuck—”

Ron’s hand flew over his cock now, jaw tight, breath ragged, the camera catching every angle—Jessica’s fingers pumping furiously, Emily’s mouth open and waiting, her body quivering and flushed with need.

Jessica didn’t let up.

“Beg for it,” she hissed. “Beg him to come on that pretty little face. You know you want to wear it. Show him who you belong to.”

Emily looked up, her lips wet, her voice wrecked. “Please, Ron—please, I want it—give it to me—I need it—”

That broke him.

Ron stepped in, towering over her, cock pulsing in his grip. His voice came out rough, low, savage.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take every fucking drop—mouth open, eyes on me—good little cumslut, just like that—”

He exploded with a groan that cracked through the kitchen, thick ropes of release painting Emily’s flushed, open face. She moaned through it, mouth open, tongue out, taking as much as she could, her body still writhing from Jessica’s merciless touch behind her.

Ron chanted through it, lost to the moment. “So fucking pretty… my filthy little girl… look at that face, fuck—you were made for this.”

Emily screamed as she came, her entire body seizing, walls clenching tight around Jessica’s fingers as her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, loud and raw and soaked in surrender.

Jessica held her steady, fingers still buried inside, her own lips parted in awe, breathing hard as she watched Emily fall apart beneath her, dripping with release and Ron’s pleasure.

The room was silent but for the sound of their panting breaths.

Emily collapsed forward, body twitching, thighs trembling, face a mess of slick satisfaction and dark pride.

And Ron just stood over her, chest heaving, still holding the phone, catching the aftermath—the absolute, glorious ruin of her.

Jessica looked up, smirking through her own haze of lust.

“You better save that video.”Ron chuckled low in his throat, still catching his breath, his hand sticky, his body sated—for now. He looked down at the screen in his palm, lips curling as he tapped the icon.

Save.

“That one,” he muttered, grinning, “is staying in the vault.”

The girls laughed softly, breathless and tangled on the floor—Emily’s face still a mess, cheeks flushed and glistening, her body humming from the high Jessica had dragged out of her. Jessica lay back on the kitchen rug, chest rising and falling, skin glowing with sweat and anticipation, her thighs still slightly parted from where she’d held Emily moments ago.

Ron adjusted the camera in his hand, tapping it into record again. His voice came through soft but commanding. “Let’s give the camera another show, yeah?”

Emily crawled forward on shaky limbs, her long dark curls spilling around her face, still streaked with Ron’s release. Her mouth parted, eyes dark with need again—this time, not for herself.

But for Jessica.

Jessica opened her legs wider as Emily moved between them, her hands already reaching down, fingers threading into the wet tangle of Emily’s hair.

“Oh my god…” Jessica moaned as Emily’s mouth met her, hot and needy and shameless. “Yes. Just like that, baby…”

Ron stepped back a bit, capturing the perfect angle—Jessica’s head tilted back in bliss, her lips parted in a moan, her body writhing slowly while Emily devoured her with messy, eager kisses between her thighs.

“Jesus Christ,” Ron muttered, voice thick, the camera recording every inch. “You two are unreal… fucking sex made flesh.”

Emily moaned softly against Jessica, the vibrations making her twitch, whimper, hips jerking up into her mouth. Ron panned the camera lower—Emily’s bare ass in the air, her face buried between Jessica’s thighs, her tongue moving like she was making up for lost time.

Jessica’s fingers curled tighter in those soaked, sticky curls. Her voice rose, no longer shy, no longer controlled.

“Fuck, yes— Emily—fuck, don’t stop—God, you’re so good—so good—”

Ron stepped closer again, the camera moving over their bodies, the sweat-slick shine of their skin, the way Jessica arched, helpless under Emily’s mouth, thighs trembling on either side of her flushed face.

“You were made for each other,” Ron murmured, filming their every motion. “This is art. This is fucking worship.”

Jessica’s back arched, her moans turning frantic as her thighs began to clamp around Emily’s head. “I’m gonna—oh my god, don’t stop—”

Emily held her tight, tongue relentless, eyes flicking up as she watched Jessica come undone—loud, raw, perfect—writhing on the floor of the kitchen as the camera caught every beautiful second.

Ron’s hand shook just slightly, still recovering, but his cock was already starting to twitch again at the sight.

And this time?

He wasn’t waiting long to jump back in. Ron stood over them, camera steady again, capturing every wild, perfect detail—Jessica writhing on the kitchen floor, her legs spread wide, and Emily buried between them, mouth and fingers working in sinful tandem.

His voice dropped to that dark, dangerous register—the one that made both girls clench instinctively.

“Look at you, Emily,” he growled, gaze raking over her as he filmed. “Covered in my come… wrecked, and you’re still fucking hungry.”

Emily moaned softly into Jessica’s heat, her tongue swirling with purpose, and slid three fingers inside her without warning—deep, hard, relentless.

Jessica’s body arched off the floor with a high, gasping squeal, her hands yanking hard at Emily’s hair, eyes wide and unfocused as the pleasure hit her like a shockwave.

“Oh fuck!” she cried, thighs clenching around Emily’s head. “Oh my— don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop—”

Emily didn’t. She dug in, thrusting harder, her fingers curling, her tongue unrelenting. Every movement was desperate, purposeful, like she wanted to drown in Jessica’s pleasure—wanted to wear her moans the same way she wore Ron’s release on her flushed, glowing skin.

Ron kept filming, stroking himself back to hardness as he watched.

“Look at her, Jess,” he rasped. “Look at your best friend… mouth deep in your pussy, fingers stuffing you full like you need it.”

Jessica was a mess now—loud, panting, her moans climbing higher with every thrust. Her hips bucked wildly against Emily’s mouth, fingers clawing at the floor.

Ron stepped closer, his voice like a vice. “She’s fucking insatiable. Covered in my come, and she’s still starving for you.”

Jessica’s body began to tremble, her breath stuttering. “She’s—fuck, she’s gonna make me—”

Ron smirked, voice even darker now, more primal. “Come for her. Come all over that beautiful mouth. Let her wear both of us.”

Emily’s growl vibrated against Jessica’s core, her fingers pushing harder, faster, deeper.

And then Jessica broke.

She screamed, loud and unashamed, body shaking under Emily’s touch as she came hard, her thighs locking around her friend’s face, her nails digging into the floor, her voice echoing off the kitchen walls.

Ron caught every second—Emily’s soaked face, Jessica’s arching back, the way their bodies moved like they belonged to each other. Ron hit save with a satisfied grunt, setting the phone down on the counter as Emily gently collapsed next to Jessica on the floor, flushed and wrecked and glowing in the afterglow of everything they’d just done. Jessica reached over and brushed a damp curl from Emily’s cheek, smiling softly as she whispered something only the two of them could hear.

They gathered their limbs, their clothes still forgotten somewhere outside or draped over chairs, and made their way down to the den—a low, cozy room with a soft sectional couch and thick blankets thrown over every cushion.

Ron dropped onto the couch first, stretching out, one arm draped over the back, his muscles still warm and tight from the work of the night. The girls joined him in silence, skin to skin, their bodies finally cooling, catching their breath.

He tossed a blanket over them and grabbed the remote, putting on some low, ambient movie—something with a quiet score and little dialogue. The sound filled the space, gentle and forgettable.

Emily curled up under the blanket, head tucked against Jessica’s shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut with the first few frames of the film.

Within minutes, she was out.

Completely still. Completely at peace.

Ron glanced down, his heart slowing with hers, and let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. There was something beautiful about seeing her like that—wrecked and glowing and now curled up like a dream.

Jessica, still curled under Ron’s other arm, tilted her head back and looked up at him.

Her hand was already moving, sliding low beneath the blanket, fingers wrapping softly around his length—gentle, slow, stroking without rush.

Ron let out a quiet groan, the tension returning to his core, even as the rest of him stayed loose and relaxed.

“She looks so pretty like that,” Jessica whispered, her hand stroking him in slow, deliberate motions. “All soft.”

Ron’s fingers brushed along Jessica’s shoulder as he looked down at her. “And you,” he murmured, “you’re insatiable.”

Jessica smirked, her strokes growing bolder. “Only for you.”

She didn’t move to climb on top. Didn’t make a sound. She just kept touching him, watching her best friend sleep, her lips occasionally brushing his skin, her hand a steady, quiet rhythm under the warmth of the blanket.

And Ron?

He leaned back, eyes half-closed, watching them both—one asleep, one hungry—and knowing without question:

He wasn’t done with either of them.

Not even close.

The movie flickered gently on the screen, casting soft shadows across the room. Emily slept soundly, her breathing slow and even, her body curled up beneath the blanket like a dream—all soft skin and tousled curls, completely sated.

Ron leaned back into the couch, his head resting against the cushion, eyes slipping shut for just a moment as Jessica’s hand worked him beneath the blanket—slow at first, then faster, smoother, her grip steady and knowing.

His breath hitched, and a quiet groan slipped from his throat, deep and low, his body already responding to her all over again.

Jessica shifted closer, her bare body pressing lightly against his, her lips brushing the edge of his ear. Her voice was barely a whisper, but it dripped with something dark and dangerous—something that curled low in his stomach.

“You love this, don’t you,” she whispered, her fingers stroking faster now, working him back to full hardness. “Being with girls half your age. Letting us wreck you. Watching us fall apart for you.”

Ron groaned again, his hips twitching just slightly into her hand, teeth clenched as the words dug in.

Jessica kept going, her voice darker now, silk over steel. “You love how wet we get for you. How easily we give in. How we need you like no one else ever has.”

He didn’t answer—not with words. Just another quiet, wrecked sound in his throat as his hand gripped the couch cushion behind her.

Jessica smiled against his jaw, fingers still stroking, faster now. “You’re not done, are you?”

Ron’s hand came up to tangle in her hair, his breath ragged now. “Not even close.”

Jessica’s mouth brushed his ear again, her voice wicked and low. “Good.”

Because she wasn’t done either.

Jessica’s hand never left him, but her body shifted—slow, fluid, deliberate—as she rose up from under the blanket. The light from the screen danced over her flushed skin as she straddled his lap, facing him fully now.

Ron opened his eyes.

And there she was.

Hair wild, lips parted, her eyes dark with lust and something deeper. She reached between them, guided him to her entrance, and without a word, she sank down slowly—inch by inch—sliding him deep inside her, her breath catching, eyes never leaving his.

Ron groaned low in his throat, his hands flying to her hips, gripping hard as her warmth swallowed him whole.

Jessica leaned in close, her forehead almost touching his, their mouths nearly brushing as she began to move. Just a slow rise… and fall. Her hips rolling in tight, grinding circles that made him grit his teeth.

“You feel that?” she whispered, her voice wicked and soft. “That’s how wet you made me… just from watching you destroy her.”

Ron’s hands tightened, but she didn’t let him take control—she moved. She set the pace.

“You love this,” she breathed, her nails dragging down his chest. “Getting wrecked by a girl young enough to be your dirty little secret.”

Ron’s head dropped back against the couch with a groan, his jaw clenched, trying to hold on.

Jessica kept riding him—harder now, but still quiet, still precise. Her breath came faster, her thighs trembling as she leaned in and licked the edge of his jaw.

“I bet you think about it all the time,” she whispered. “How we let you do anything. How we beg for it.”

She clenched around him just right, and Ron’s hand shot up, grabbing the back of her neck, holding her in place.

“Jessica,” he growled through gritted teeth.

But she only grinned, her lips ghosting over his. “Come on, Ron,” she murmured. “Give it to me. You know you want to.”

Their eyes locked, their breath tangled, their bodies pressed tight in the quiet, secret dark—Emily still curled beside them, completely unaware.

And Jessica?

She kept moving.

And she wasn’t stopping until he broke. The soft glow from the TV flickered across their skin, casting shadows that danced over Ron’s chest and along the curves of Jessica’s body. The quiet, once so careful, had started to unravel.

Now, the only sounds filling the room were the slick rhythm of skin on skin, the breathless moans she couldn’t contain, and the sharp snap of Ron’s hips slamming up into her—harder, deeper, relentless.

Jessica’s hands braced against his chest, her head thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry as her body rocked with every punishing thrust. Her thighs trembled, her rhythm no longer her own—Ron had taken control.

He smiled up at her, wicked and wild, then gripped her ass in both hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he spread her apart, watching the way her body took him again and again.

“You feel that?” he growled, voice thick and ragged. “How deep I am inside you? Fuck, Jessica—this pussy was made for me.”

She whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders now, her hips bucking into his.

He gripped harder, his fingers surely leaving bruises—deliberate, possessive, his.“You’re gonna wear me tomorrow,” he snarled. “You’ll feel this every time you sit down. Every time you look at her.”

Jessica moaned louder, her body shuddering as she clenched around him, her head falling forward so their foreheads touched. Her breath came in ragged bursts, her voice breaking.

“Yes—yes, please, don’t stop—”

Ron slammed into her again, his hands commanding, holding her wide open for him, watching the way she broke apart with every thrust. The pressure was building fast, his breath coming in harsh growls against her mouth.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Jessica’s eyes fluttered open, dazed, wild, and full of heat.

“You love being ruined like this,” he whispered, slamming up into her again. “You love knowing she’s right there—sleeping—and you’re riding me like you fucking belong to me.”

Jessica sobbed a sound that was half-laugh, half-plea, her body shaking.

And Ron kept going.

Harder.

Faster.

And he wasn’t letting her go until he took every last drop of her. Ron’s control snapped completely.

His hands came down hard against Jessica’s ass, the smack echoing through the den, her gasp sharp and open-mouthed as her body jolted forward, only to be dragged right back down onto him. Again. And again.

“You like that?” he growled, slamming up into her. “You need me to mark you to remember who owns this perfect body?”

Jessica couldn’t speak—she just nodded, her breath coming in ragged sobs of pleasure as he gripped her hips tighter and pulled her down harder, faster.

Ron leaned forward, one arm locking around her waist as the other came up to her chest. He buried his face between her full, bouncing breasts, sucking one into his mouth like he needed it, biting down gently, his beard dragging against her skin. She cried out as he latched onto her nipple, devouring her like she was his.

Then—soft movement in the corner of the room.

Emily stirred.

Eyes fluttering open, blinking in the dim light.

What she saw made her breath catch.

Jessica—riding Ron like she was made for it, her hair wild, her body gleaming with sweat, and Ron beneath her, lost in the taste of her skin, hands slapping and gripping like he couldn’t get enough.

Emily didn’t say a word.

She rose slowly from the couch, her body still bare, warm from sleep but already heating up again as she watched the raw display in front of her.

She moved like a shadow—silent, smooth.

She spotted Ron’s phone lying nearby and picked it up, thumbing it into record again, the lens catching every filthy, gorgeous detail—the press of bodies, the rhythm of movement, the raw need in every thrust.

Then, Emily knelt behind Jessica, her eyes locked on the place where their bodies met, slick and perfect, completely undone.

Without a word, she leaned in, her lips brushing the curve of Jessica’s lower back… then lower.

Jessica gasped, her body jerking forward as Emily’s mouth found her from behind—slow, teasing, wicked.

Ron looked up, his eyes burning as he realized what Emily was doing.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice shredded. “You two… Jesus.”

Jessica’s voice was a broken cry now, her body trembling from the double assault—Ron driving into her from below, Emily’s tongue sending lightning through her spine from behind.

She was surrounded.

Owned.

Loved.

And the camera caught everything.

Jessica’s moans had turned to cries—sharp, ragged, uncontrollable. She was shaking now, her body clenching around Ron with every desperate bounce, every deep thrust that met her halfway. Her hands clawed into his shoulders, head thrown back, mouth open in a string of incoherent, filthy sounds that tumbled from her lips between gasps and sobs of pleasure.

“Fucking—God—Ron—I’m gonna— oh my fuck—”

Ron’s grip on her turned brutal, primal—his fingers digging into her soft waist as his body snapped up into hers with a force that left no doubt: he was close. So was she. Jessica’s whole body tensed, her voice rising into a broken scream as the orgasm tore through her.

“Yes— YES—fuck, fill me up, just—fuck me—”

Ron groaned deep in his chest, his head dropping forward as he slammed into her one last time—deep, final, claiming—and then he was gone. Spilling inside her, his entire body locking, breath stuttering as wave after wave pulsed through him.

Jessica collapsed forward into his chest, panting, her body twitching with aftershocks, barely able to move.

But Emily?

She was still behind them—kneeling, watching, eyes locked on the mess dripping slowly from between Jessica’s thighs.

And she moved.

Without hesitation, she leaned in, tongue trailing along the inside of Jessica’s thigh, lapping gently, reverently. The mix of their pleasure, the heat of it, the taste—it was all hers now. She groaned softly, savoring every drop as it spilled from Jessica, catching Ron’s release as it slowly leaked out of her.

Jessica whimpered at the sensation, too sensitive, too high, but she didn’t stop her. Couldn’t.

Ron looked down, sweat-slicked and wide-eyed, completely undone as he watched Emily clean them both—slow, messy, devoted.

“You’re unreal,” he breathed, his voice wrecked.

And she just looked up at him, lips wet, eyes gleaming.

“Just making sure we don’t waste a drop.”After the storm of breathless moans and shuddering bodies, the den settled into stillness.

Jessica lay draped over Ron’s chest, her hair damp against his skin, her body soft and heavy with aftershocks. Emily curled up on his other side, her face nestled into the crook of his neck, lips still swollen from everything she’d taken in.

The room was quiet now—just the soft hum of the TV still flickering through the end credits of the movie none of them had really watched.

A blanket lay across all three of them, half-tucked, half-forgotten. The air was warm from their heat, their bodies tangled together like they couldn’t bear to be apart even for a moment.

Ron reached up and ran a lazy hand through Jessica’s hair, the other gently stroking Emily’s back. For once, he had no words. Just breath. Just the weight of two beautiful, perfect women wrapped around him.

Jessica broke the silence first, her voice a sleepy whisper against his chest. “That was… a lot.”

Emily laughed softly into his neck. “A perfect lot.”

Ron smiled, eyes closed. “You’re both fucking unreal.”

Emily tilted her head up. “Yeah, well… you’re not so bad yourself, old man.”

Jessica giggled, the sound low and exhausted. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

Ron kissed the top of her head. “Not a chance I’m letting you two walk away after tonight.”

They all fell quiet again, limbs tangled under the blanket, the air thick with warmth, skin still sticky from everything they’d shared. The world outside didn’t exist. Not here. Not in this little den, wrapped in firelight and pleasure and the softness that only comes after something truly wild.

Emily’s breathing evened out first, sleep tugging at her as she curled tighter into Ron’s side.

Jessica followed moments later, one arm slung lazily across his stomach, her cheek pressed to his shoulder.

Ron let his eyes close, his hands resting on both of them.

And like that, they all drifted off—warm, bare, tangled in each other’s arms.

The movie played on, forgotten.