I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as my gaze locked onto the two bare asses presented before me with their soft curves glistening under the low light of the room, their shape enough to send a surge of heat rushing through my core.
My hands instinctively reached out, drawn like magnets to the flesh, and the moment my fingers met their skin, I felt a spark run up my spine.
I began to knead them gently, my palms molding to their curves, exploring every inch with slow, deliberate pressure.
They were still clothed at this point, the fabric separating my skin from theirs, yet even through the material, I could feel the softness, the heat radiating from beneath.
Johanne's ass was firmer, tighter, round, plump, and full with every squeeze, a kind of taut resistance that made my grip crave more.
Tris's ass, on the other hand, melted under my fingers. It was silky, warm, and cushiony soft, her skin seemingly trembling with every graze.
