Before I can form a single word, Kate’s lips close around my cock, and my own head falls back with a sharp groan. At the same time, Noya arches her body lower, pressing her lips to the shaft just below where Kate is sucking. She plants soft kisses, then her tongue drags a slow, worshipful line up the thick vein along the underside.

“Mmm, you taste even better now, Master,” Kate murmurs around me, her tongue flicking at the slit.

“So powerful,” Noya agrees, her voice a husky whisper ...