Chapter 234: Chapter 234- Soft [18+]

Veronica watched Aya’s newfound boldness with a spark of approval in her emerald eyes. "My, my" she purred, her voice a low, throaty vibration, "Someone is getting very brave tonight"

As Aya continued her tender ministrations to his neck, Veronica’s own hand drifted lower, her fingers trailing down Julian’s stom ach until they found the hard, heated evidence of his arousal, She wrapped her fngers around his length, and Julian let out a sharp, involuntary gasp, his hips twitching at her touch.

"Already so hard for us," Veronica whispered, a note of triumph in her voice, She leaned down, bringing her face close, and gently rubbed the tip of his erection against her cheek. "And so wonderfully warm,"

Without another word, she lowered her head further. Her tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate line from the base to the tip. Julian groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets.

Emboldened by his reaction, Veronica took him fully into her mouth, her headbeginning to bob in a slow, expert rhythm that made his entire body tense with pleasure.

Feeling the shudder that ran through him, Aya looked up from her work on his neck, She saw the raw desire etched on his face, the way his jaw was clenched in ecstasy. A soft, affectionate smile touched her lips.

"Julian," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "You look so cute when you’re like this." Leaning in, she captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing his moans as Veronica continued her relentless, skillful fellatio below, the two women working in tandem to utterly overwhelm his senses.

The dual sensations were overwhelming, pushing Julian toward a peak of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

The soft, exploring caress of Aya’s tongue against his own, combined with the expert, rhythmic motion of Veronica’s mouth around his penis, shattered his composure.

His hands roamed Aya’s back, pulling her closer as his hips moved with an involuntary rhythm against Veronica’s relentless ministrations.

The pressure built, intense and undeniable, until it crested in a powerful, releasing wave. A low, guttural groan was torn from Julian’s throat as he spilled his essence deep into Veronica’s waiting mouth.

She accepted it all without hesitation, her throat working in steady, audible swallows that echoed in the heated silence, The sound seemed to spur Aya on, her kiss becoming more fervent, more desperate, as if she were sharing in the very peak of his pleasure.

When they finally broke the kiss, both were breathless, Veronica pulled back, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face as she licked her lips clean. "Was it good?" she asked, her voice husky and knowing. "Utterly incredible" Julian breathed, his chest still heaving.

A predatory grin touched Veronica’s lips. " Good. Because we’re not nearly done with you, We’re going to make you come again. So prepare yourself."

Aya, her confidence visibly bolstered, nodded eagerly. "I... I will make it even better for you this time," she whispered.

She then moved to join Veronica, positioning herself opposite her. Together, they pressed their bodies together, trapping Julian’s dick between them, The contrast was exguisite: the overwhelming softness of Aya’s full, generous breasts against the firm, perfect medium curves of Veronica’s. Their cleavage created a hot, silken channel that enveloped him in a sensation of unbelievable softness and pressure.

The view was just as intoxicating as the feeling-the two women in their scandalous bunny outfits, their faces a mix of focused determination and seductive allure, working in unison for his pleasure, "Don’t go easy on him, Aya," Veronica commanded, her emerald eyes locked on Julian’s.

"Okay" Aya replied, her voice a little stronger now. And then they began to move.

In a synchronized, undulating rhythm, they slid their bodies up and down, their soft flesh massaging his hardened shaft from both sides, The friction, the visual, the utter submission to their combined will-it was an assault on his senses that was even more intense than before, promising a release that would be just as powerful, if not more so.

The sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure conducted by their eager hands and warm bodies, Julian’s head fell back against the pillows as a low groan rumbled in his chest.

The soft, heavy weight of their breasts pressing against him, rising and falling with their every movement, was a divine friction, He could feel the eager, involuntary twitch of his own arousal, a joyful and undeniable response to their dedicated ministrations.

Veronica, ever perceptive, noticed the telltale movement against her thigh. A sly, knowing smile graced her lips as she leaned close to his ear, her breath hot.

"Hmm... Is it trying to come out again?" Emboldened by the atmosphere and Veronica’s bluntness, Aya added in a whisper, her voice husky with a newfound confidence, "Don’t hold back.. You can let it out"

A strained, appreciative laugh escaped Julian, "You two... are incredible," he managed to grit out, his composure fraying at the edges.

Encouraged by his praise, they moved with renewed purpose, their bodies undulating against him in a mesmerizing rhythm. Then, they shifted their focus lower.

Their heads dipped in unison, and he felt the wet, hot flat of their tongues-Veronica’s bold and demanding, Aya’s timid and explorative-slide along the length of his throbbing shaft.

The dual sensation was too much. Julian’s back arched off the bed, his fingers tangling in the sheets, "I’m going to come!" he warned, his voice a raw, strained command.

In response, they quickened their pace, their tongues and hands working in a frantic, beautiful harmony, urging him toward the peak, With a guttural cry that was both a surrender and a triumph, Julian climaxed, A powerful, pulsating release surged from him, painting their expectant faces and the smooth, heaving skin of their chests with streaks of his warm, white essence.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their collective, ragged panting. The two women looked at each other, then down at themselves, their faces glistening in the dim light-a shared, intimate trophy of the pleasure they had so masterfully wrung from him.