Both Titania and Trill leaned back against the cobblestone platform of the hot spring, their flushed cheeks and heavy breathing mirroring the heat of the water surrounding us. Their damp skin glistened under the soft glow of the lantern light hanging nearby. Steam curled around their bodies, adding a dreamlike haze to the air. They rested their heads close together, lips parted slightly, eyes half-lidded with anticipation and exhaustion.
I stood above them, my cock throbbing in my grasp, veins bulging as I stroked with deliberate pressure. The sight of their open mouths stirred something primal in me. Their breaths synced in a gentle rhythm, their bare shoulders brushing lightly. I felt my orgasm building, the pressure in my lower abdomen tightening like a drawn bowstring about to snap.
Then, finally, it happened.
