Sasha dropped down to join Jess, their bodies framing me in a display of total submission. They moved with a synchronized, predatory grace, their eyes meeting for a split second before they went to work on me.

​It became a relentless tag-team rhythm. Sasha took the lead, her mouth hot and wet as she slid down my length, only to pull back so Jess could take over, her tongue swirling around the head with a practiced, wicked intensity. The sound of their shared effort—the wet, rhythmic sliding and their heavy breathing—filled the silent studio.

​"Don't forget the nuts," I growled, my hands buried in their hair, guiding them. "I want to feel both of you."

​They didn't need to be told twice. Jess shifted her focus, her hands cupping me firmly as she took my balls into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around them, sucking with a gentle, pulsing pressure that sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight to my gut. Above her, Sasha was still working my cock, her eyes rolled back as she took as much as she could handle.

​The dirty talk started then—low, gravelly, and meant for no one but us, despite the cameras.

​"You're so fucking thick, Hart," Sasha muffled against my skin, her voice vibrating through my shaft. "I've been dreaming about tasting you since the day you hired me."

​"Look at him," Jess whispered, pausing to look up at me, her lips slick and swollen. "He's so hard, he's pulsing in my hand. He wants us to drain him dry, don't you, Boss? You want your little sluts to take every drop."

​I let out a low, guttural groan, my fingers tightening in their hair as I pulled them closer. From the director's chair, I heard Lana's sharp, authoritative voice.

​"Yes! That's it! Jess, look at the lens while you say that. Sasha, use your hands more. I want to see the struggle."

​I glanced toward the shadows and caught Abigail's silhouette. She was frozen, her chest heaving in sync with the girls' movements. She was watching Jess's mouth on my balls, and for the first time, I saw her hand slip down to her own thigh, her fingers bunching the fabric of her skirt.

​She was breaking. And I was just getting started.

"Enough of that. Get up," I commanded, my voice gravelly. "To the couch."

​They moved instantly, their bodies slick and shimmering under the studio lights. I sprawled back onto the deep leather sofa, my arms thrown over the backrest, claiming the space. The leather was cool against my skin, a sharp contrast to the furnace-like heat radiating from the two of them.

​Jess didn't miss a beat. she dropped between my knees, her hands sliding up my inner thighs to anchor herself. She took me back into her mouth with a slow, deliberate suction that made my hips jerk off the cushions. She was a pro, using her tongue to trace the underside of the head while her cheeks hollowed, creating a vacuum that felt like it was drawing the soul right out of my body. The wet, rhythmic sound of her working on me echoed in the quiet room.

​Then Sasha moved. She straddled my chest, her knees pinning my shoulders down as she lowered herself over my face.

​"Eat it, Druski," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I need your tongue on me. Now."

​I didn't hesitate. I buried my face in her, the scent of her arousal hitting me like a physical wave. She was soaked, her folds swollen and slick. I used my tongue in long, broad strokes, starting from the bottom and working my way up to her clit. When I found it, I flicked against the hard little nub with a relentless rhythm.

​Sasha went rigid. She grabbed the back of the couch, her knuckles turning white, her head tossing back as she let out a piercing moan that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards.

​"Oh god, yes... right there!" she screamed, her dirty talk turning into a frantic, unfiltered stream of consciousness. "Fuck, you're eating me like you're starving... suck it,Druski! Suck my fucking pussy while Jess drains you!"

​The sensory overload was staggering. Below, Jess was swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, her throat muscles constricting in a tight, rhythmic squeeze. Above, Sasha was grinding her soaking wet crotch into my mouth, her honeyed heat coating my lips and chin as she spiraled toward a peak.

​"I'm a slut for this tongue," Sasha cried out, her voice echoing off the studio walls. "I'm your little studio whore, Hart! Give it to me!"

​I looked past Sasha's heaving hips, my vision blurred, and saw Lana Grande standing right over us. She wasn't behind the monitor anymore. She was inches away, her eyes wide, her breathing heavy, watching the way my tongue disappeared into Sasha. Behind her, Abigail was a ghost, her hand now firmly gripped between her legs, her eyes glazed over as she watched the total debauchery unfolding on my new "throne."

​"Don't stop," Lana whispered, her voice a jagged rasp. "Don't you dare stop until I say so."

The sensation was a total sensory ambush. One second, Jess's mouth was a warm, wet vacuum around my shaft; the next, she broke away, her eyes dark and determined. She shifted her weight, straddling my hips while Sasha remained draped over my face, her pussy still clamped against my mouth.

​I felt the blunt heat of my cock head press against Jess's entrance. She was dripping, but as she slowly lowered herself, I realized just how tight she was. It felt like my skin was being shrink-wrapped in velvet. A low, guttural growl escaped my throat, muffled against Sasha's soaking wet folds.

​"Oh, god... you're so big," Jess gasped, her head falling back as she took the first few inches. She moved with agonizing slowness, stretching to accommodate me. "You're stretching me so wide... I can feel every single vein sliding inside me."

​She finally bottomed out, her heat meeting my hips with a wet thud. She began to ride, a slow, grinding rotation that sent sparks dancing across my vision. "Look at me," she hissed, leaning forward so her heavy, surgical breasts swayed inches from Sasha's back. "Look at how your little gym rat takes this cock. I'm stretching for you, Druski. I'm filling up with everything you've got."

​Meanwhile, I didn't let up on Sasha. The rhythmic friction of Jess riding me only made me more aggressive. I swirled my tongue around Sasha's clit, sucking the sensitive nub into my mouth until she was bucking against my face, her fingers digging into the leather of the couch.

​The room was filled with a symphony of filth. Sasha's high-pitched, frantic moans clashed with Jess's deep, gravelly dirty talk.

​"Eat it, Hart! Don't you stop!" Sasha screamed, her voice cracking. "I'm gonna come right on your tongue while she drains you! Suck it! Suck your slut!"

​I looked past the tangle of their bodies. Lana Grande was standing right at the edge of the frame, her face flushed, her hand resting on her own chest as she watched the penetration.

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