Adrien’s heart hammered against his ribs as Marinette pushed him onto the plush hotel bed. Her eyes, usually sweet, burned with dominant fire. Beside her, Kagami stood like a sleek statue, a smirk playing on her lips.

“You’ve been a good boy, Adrien,” Marinette purred, her fingers tracing the bulge in his designer trousers. “Kagami and I decided you deserve a reward.”

Kagami stepped forward, her movements precise. “Strip. Now.” Her command was a blade, cutting through his nerves.

Adrien fumbled with his belt, his cock already straining against his boxers. The women watched, their gazes hungry. Once naked, his thick dick stood at attention, pre-cum glistening on the tip.

Marinette knelt before him, her breath hot on his shaft. “Look at this pretty dick,” she cooed, her tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe from base to head. “All ours to play with.”

Kagami moved behind Adrien, her nails scraping down his back. “You will not cum until we allow it,” she whispered into his ear, her voice a low threat. Her hands gripped his hips, holding him in place.

Marinette took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking hard. The wet, slurping sounds filled the room. She deep-throated him with practiced ease, her throat muscles milking his length. Adrien groaned, his hips twitching, but Kagami’s iron grip held him still.

“He’s trying to thrust,” Kagami noted coolly. “Naughty.”

Marinette pulled off with a pop,