"Nghh, Leon, please…" Artemis said, her voice strained and breathy, the sound barely holding itself together. Her body betrayed her words immediately—she was practically grinding her pussy against my finger, desperate, needy, like she was trying to drag more out of me without even asking outright. Every small movement of her hips made it painfully clear what she wanted, what she was waiting for.
Trill wasn't any different.
She didn't need to say anything. The way her body shifted, the way her breathing changed, the way her legs tensed slightly—it all screamed the same thing. They both wanted it. They both needed it.
So I moved.
I pulled my cock between their hips, letting it slide through the warmth trapped between them for just a moment before aiming it properly. Slowly, deliberately, I lined myself up with Trill's vagina.
The reaction was immediate.
