**The Party Favor**

The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the party had hit that sweet spot where bodies were pressed together just a little too close. I’d known Susanne for years—tall, dark-haired, always wearing that knowing smirk like she had a secret—and her friend Silke was new, but god damn, she fit right in. Blonde, curvy, with a laugh that made my dick twitch every time she threw her head back.

I wasn’t sure who started it. Maybe it was when Silke “accidentally” brushed her hand over my cock while reaching for a drink. Maybe it was Susanne whispering in my ear, “Bet you’ve never had two girls at once.” Whatever it was, by midnight, we were stumbling into the guest bedroom, hands already pulling at clothes.

Susanne pushed me onto the bed and climbed into my lap, her tight black dress riding up as she ground against me. “You’re gonna be a good boy for us, right?” she murmured, fingers working my belt. Silke kneeled beside the bed, watching with hungry eyes, her lips already parted.

Fuck, it was surreal. Susanne’s pussy was hot against my thigh as she pulled my cock free, stroking me slow while Silke leaned in, her tongue flicking over the head. “Tastes good already,” she purred, and then her lips wrapped around me, sucking hard.

Susanne laughed—that wicked, throaty sound—and pulled her dress down, freeing her tits. “You like watching her suck you, don’t you?” She pressed them against my face, and I groaned, licking and biting her nipples while Silke bobbed her head, spit dripping down my shaft.

Then, quick as lightning, Susanne swapped places with Silke, shoving the blonde onto the bed and spreading her legs. “Look how wet she is,” she taunted, dragging two fingers through Silke’s slick pussy before sucking them clean. “Think you can fuck her while I ride your face?”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Silke gasped as I pushed into her, her cunt tight and dripping. Susanne straddled my head, grinding her pussy against my mouth as I lapped at her, fucking Silke deep and slow. The room was nothing but wet skin, moans, and the sound of flesh slapping together.

Then Susanne pulled back, reaching for a glass on the nightstand—some half-finished cocktail. “Fill this up for me,” she ordered, jerking my cock until I was painfully hard. “I wanna watch Silke drink it.”

Fuck. The idea alone had me throbbing. I stroked myself fast, my balls tight, and when I came, thick ropes splashed into the glass, mixing with the liquor. Susanne swirled it like fine wine before pressing it to Silke’s lips.

The blonde didn’t hesitate. She drank it all, licking her lips after, eyes locked on mine. “More?” she teased.

Susanne laughed, tossing the glass aside. “Oh, he’s got plenty more.”

And just like that, they were both on me again—mouths, hands, pussies—until I couldn’t tell where one girl ended and the other began.