What's it like to hold a papaya in one hand and a watermelon in the other?
Most people would find that question hard to answer—not because it's complicated, but because the opportunity rarely comes up, and it takes considerable stamina, status, and good looks to pull off.
In short, those who've tried it understand. Those who haven't won't get it no matter how you explain. You have to feel it for yourself.
Luke lay sprawled across the king-sized bed like a conquering emperor, sheets kicked to the foot of the bed, city lights flickering over the hard lines of his body.
One thick forearm was hooked under Darcy's lower back, lifting her so those heavy, overripe papaya-heavy breasts spilled against his face.
"Ahh~~"
The other hand had Veronica pinned by the waist, her slightly smaller (but still obscene) watermelon-round tits pressed into his ribs while he buried his nose in Darcy's cleavage and motorboated with slow, filthy indulgence.
"Mnmm~~"
"Fuck," he growled into Darcy's skin, voice low, dangerous, the kind that made both women shiver at once. "Holding both of you at the same time… smoothest goddamn thing I've ever felt."
Darcy, twenty-two years old and still a virgin, let out a broken moan that didn't sound innocent at all.
She rolled her hips, grinding her soaked pussy along the ridge of his abs, smearing slick everywhere.
"Fuck man… please," she begged, voice husky, cultured accent cracking. "Suck them again and hard. They're so full for you."
He didn't need to be asked twice. Mouth latched onto her left nipple, he sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking the stiff peak until she'd been hiding under T-shirts for years.
His free hand kneaded Veronica's breast, thumb rolling over the shy mature woman's rosy nipple until she whimpered and tried to hide her face in his shoulder.
"Ahh, big.. so big and squishy.." he said, popping off Darcy's tit with a wet sound. "Veronica. Get those pretty tits up here. I want both nipples in my mouth at once."
Veronica flushed scarlet, but she obeyed, crawling higher. Luke turned his head, caught her nipple between his lips while still teasing Darcy's with his fingers.
Two sets of perfect breasts, one pair slightly heavier, one pair perkier, both his to devour.
He groaned like a starving man, switching back and forth, licking, biting, leaving wet trails across creamy skin until both women were panting.
He shifted, sitting up against the headboard, dragging Veronica into his lap so she straddled his thighs. Her shyness melted the instant he pressed her breasts together, sliding that monster cock between them. The head poked out the top of her cleavage on every upstroke, slick with precum, and she stared down, mesmerized.
"Spit," he ordered.
Veronica let a shaky string of saliva drop right onto the crown. Luke hissed, hips punching forward, fucking her tits with slow, obscene drags.
Darcy watched, thighs clenched, one hand between her own legs, circling her clit.
"Jesus, look at you, Miss Veronica," Darcy breathed. "Hiding his dick in your cleavage… so fucking hot."
"Veronica, start fingering yourself while I fuck your big boobaloos!" Luke's eyes flicked to her. "And you! Get over here. I'm not done tasting you."
"Whatever you say! Sir Thor of the earth!" Darcy crawled forward eagerly.
He yanked her by the hips until she straddled his face, her dripping pussy hovering over his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue had her crying out; the second had her grinding down shamelessly.
He ate her like he was starving, long, flat licks from entrance to clit, then sucking the swollen bud between his lips until her thighs shook. All while still lazily thrusting between Veronica's breasts.
Veronica pumped her fingers inside her pussy as she whimpered every time the head of his cock bumped her chin. "L-Luke… I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," he growled against Darcy's cunt, voice muffled, merciless. "You come when I say."
He pulled his mouth off Darcy's pink pussy just long enough to flip positions.
Now Darcy was on her back, legs spread wide, Veronica's face between them at Luke's command. Luke stood on his knees behind Veronica, cock slick from her tits, and rubbed the fat head through Darcy's folds.
"Watch me take her, Veronica," he said, voice rough. "Watch me ruin this perfect virgin pussy again."
He pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust. Darcy's back arched off the bed, a silent scream tearing from her throat as he bottomed out. Veronica's eyes went wide; she couldn't look away from where Luke's cock stretched Darcy obscenely wide.
Luke leaned forward, blanketing Darcy's body, and latched onto her nipple again while he started to fuck, deep, punishing strokes that made the heavy breasts he loved so much bounce wildly.
His other hand found Veronica's drenched little pussy, two thick fingers sliding in without warning. She jolted, cried out, but pushed back against his hand like she was born for it.
"That's it," he praised. "Both of you so fucking wet for me. My greedy girls."
He finger-fucked Veronica in time with his thrusts into Darcy, sucking marks into Darcy's tits, then switching to lick a hot stripe up Veronica's armpit when she lifted her arm instinctively.
Ahh~ salty, erotic, perfect~
Veronica moaned, shocked at how good it felt.
Darcy was the one who broke first. "Luke I'm—oh god—"
He slammed deep and ground against her clit. "Come on my cock, gorgeous. Milk me."
She shattered, pussy clamping down so hard his rhythm stuttered. The sight of Darcy coming (nerdy, intelligent Darcy, unraveling beneath him) sent Veronica over next, her tight walls spasming around his fingers as she sobbed his name.
Luke pulled out, cock glistening with Darcy's release, and fisted himself twice. "Mouths open. Both of you."
They scrambled to kneel in front of him, tits pressed together, tongues out like the perfect little sluts he'd turned them into.
He came with a guttural groan, thick ropes painting Darcy's papaya breasts, Veronica's watermelon ones, dripping down both cleavages in filthy white streaks.
Oh yeah.. It's good to be me~
He admired his work for a second, chest heaving, then dragged a thumb through the mess and pushed it between Darcy's lips. She sucked greedily. He did the same to Veronica, who blushed but licked him clean without hesitation.
So, about the question at the start- What's it like to hold a papaya in one hand and a watermelon in the other?
Luke smirked, voice low and satisfied.
"Incredibly fucking smooth."
Fairness was key; he made sure to spread the love evenly.
Afterward, still brimming with energy, Luke headed downstairs and started fooling around with Jenny while she was cooking.
Jenny stood at the kitchen island in nothing but a thin white apron, the strings tied in a loose bow at the small of her back, her bare ass peeking out every time she reached for something.
She was trying—adorably—to stir-fry vegetables, but her hands shook whenever Luke was near, and right now he was very near.
He stepped in behind her, chest to her back, the ridge of his still-hard cock sliding between her thighs like it belonged there.
"Focus, baby," he murmured against her ear, one big hand covering hers on the knife handle while the other slipped under the apron to palm her breast. "You're chopping the peppers too thick."
Jenny whimpered, knife forgotten. "Mr. Luke… I can't cook when you—"
"You can and you will," he said, voice low and amused. He guided her hand, slow, deliberate cuts, while his hips rolled forward and the fat head of his cock nudged at her soaked entrance. "Keep going."
She tried. She really did. But the moment he pushed inside—one smooth, thick glide until he was buried to the hilt—she dropped the knife with a clatter and gripped the edge of the counter.
"Ahhhh~~~!"
Luke didn't stop moving. He fucked her slow and steady, one arm banded around her waist to hold her upright, the other still lazily helping her push bell peppers around the cutting board.
"See?" he said, thrusting deep enough to make her toes curl. "Multitasking."
The vegetables sizzled when she finally managed to dump them into the hot wok, oil popping, steam rising. Luke rewarded her with a sharper snap of his hips that made her cry out.
"Good girl. Now stir."
He handed her the wooden spoon. She took it with trembling fingers while he kept fucking her, slow and relentless, the apron doing nothing to hide the obscene way her ass met his pelvis with every stroke.
Jenny's moans echoed off the marble. The smell of garlic and soy sauce mixed with sex. Luke reached around, found her clit, rubbed tight circles until her knees buckled.
"Come for me while you cook, Jen."
She did—hard—pussy clamping down around him, spoon still in her hand, vegetables scorching at the edges.
Luke pulled out at the last second, spun her around, and pressed her down until she sank to her knees on the kitchen floor, apron askew, lips already parting.
He stroked himself, eyes locked on hers.
"Open wide, sweetheart. You worked so hard." He grabbed her hair and face fucked her.
"Mhm-mnph~!!"
"Hahh.. take it.. drink it all! Urg!!!" She swallowed what she could, dazed and flushed, a thin streak of come sliding down her neck and disappearing under the apron.
"Haah! What a life~" Luke exhaled, satisfied, and reached for the carton of milk in the fridge. He poured a glass, warmed it in the microwave for twenty seconds, then handed it to her with a wicked grin.
"Here. Soothe that throat."
Jenny took the glass with shaky hands, cheeks burning, milk and come on her lips, and drank obediently while Luke leaned back against the counter, admiring his handiwork.
After she'd worked so hard, he couldn't just send her off without giving her something to soothe her throat, right?
Fair was fair.
Haah.. It's really good to be me~
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