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Re.Yeonwoo（MOMOLAND）

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Momoland Daisy

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Daisy and Chammy Porojin stepped out of the black SUV onto the bustling streets of Los Angeles, the warm California sun kissing their golden skin.

It was their first real vacation together since leaving Momoland behind—away from schedules, cameras, and fans. Just the two of them, free, wild, and ready to play.

They spent the day exploring like tourists who secretly knew they were still stars. They walked hand-in-hand down Rodeo Drive, giggling as they tried on overpriced sunglasses and posed for sneaky selfies. At Venice Beach, Daisy wore tiny denim shorts that hugged her firm ass, her long legs shining with coconut oil, while Chammy rocked a cropped tank top that showed off her toned stomach and the faint outline of her perky breasts underneath. Guys stared. Girls stared. Phones came out. They didn’t care. They posed, laughed, and teased each other with little touches—Daisy sliding her fingers along Chammy’s lower back, Chammy brushing her lips against Daisy’s ear to whisper dirty jokes.

By late afternoon, the sun had them both glowing and a little sweaty. Their feet hurt from walking, their skin felt hot, and the ache between their thighs had been building all day from stolen glances and playful gropes in hidden corners.

They finally checked into their hotel—a sleek, modern tower in West Hollywood with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Their suite was massive: a king-sized bed with crisp white sheets, a deep soaking tub in the bathroom, and a private balcony that caught the golden hour light. The moment the door closed behind them, the energy shifted.

Daisy kicked off her sandals and flopped onto the bed, robe already half-open, showing the smooth curve of her inner thigh. “My body is screaming,” she moaned dramatically, stretching so her robe slipped further, exposing the side of one full breast.

Chammy laughed, already untying her own robe. “Same. My back is killing me. And my ass.” She slapped her own cheek playfully, making it jiggle just enough to draw Daisy’s hungry stare.



They looked at each other—two gorgeous ex-idols, bodies still perfect from years of dance practice, skin flawless, curves soft but toned. Daisy’s breasts were bigger, rounder, nipples already poking against the thin silk of her robe. Chammy’s were perky and high, with that teasing little bounce whenever she moved.

“Let’s get a massage,” Chammy said, voice dropping low. “Private. In-room. No one else around.”

Daisy’s eyes darkened. “You mean… the kind where hands might wander?”

Chammy bit her lip. “Exactly.”

They called down to the spa. “Two masseurs? No—just one strong guy. We want deep tissue. Very deep.”

Twenty minutes later, there was a soft knock.

Daisy opened the door in nothing but a short white hotel robe, loosely tied so it gaped at the chest and barely covered her thighs. Chammy stood behind her in the same robe, hair damp from a quick shower, droplets still clinging to her collarbone.

The man standing there was young—maybe twenty-five—white, tall, built as he lived in the gym. His black polo shirt stretched tight across broad shoulders and a thick chest. The sleeves hugged biceps that flexed every time he moved. Dark jeans clung to powerful thighs. His face was handsome in that clean, all-American way: strong jaw, short brown hair, green eyes that widened the second he saw them.

He froze for half a second, professional mask cracking.

Daisy smiled slowly and wickedly. “You must be our masseur.”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking from Daisy’s barely-covered cleavage to Chammy’s long legs peeking out from her robe. “Uh… yes. I’m Ethan. Here for the in-room massage.”

Chammy stepped forward, robe slipping just enough to show the inner swell of her breast. “Come in, Ethan.”

He walked inside, carrying his folded table and oil bag, but his eyes kept darting back to them. Two stunning Asian women—former K-pop idols he definitely recognized from old Momoland videos and Chammy’s viral TikToks—standing there in nothing but robes, skin glowing, smelling like expensive vanilla and lust.



He set up the table near the window, trying to stay professional, but his hands shook slightly as he unfolded it.

Daisy and Chammy watched him openly, shamelessly checking him out.

“Look at those arms,” Daisy whispered to Chammy, loud enough for him to hear. “Bet he could pin us both down easy.”

Chammy licked her lips. “And that chest… I can see his nipples through the shirt. Hard already.”

Ethan’s ears turned red, but he didn’t say anything. He just kept working, muscles flexing under his shirt as he adjusted the table.

When he finally turned around, both women had let their robes slip open a little more. Daisy’s robe gaped so he could see the full curve of one breast, nipple just barely hidden. Chammy had hers untied at the waist, the silk falling open to reveal her flat stomach and the tiny black thong underneath.

Ethan’s jaw clenched. His jeans were already tight, but now the thick outline of his cock was impossible to miss—growing, pressing against the denim.

Daisy noticed first. She smiled like a cat. “Looks like someone’s excited to work on us.”

Chammy walked closer, hips swaying. “You’re very… built, Ethan. Do you massage a lot of girls like us?”

He cleared his throat, voice rough. “Not… exactly like you two.”

Daisy laughed softly, stepping right up to him so her breasts almost brushed his chest. “Good. We like being special.”

She reached out and ran one finger down the center of his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his abs underneath. “Take this off. It’s getting in the way.”

Ethan hesitated only a second. Then he grabbed the hem and peeled the polo over his head in one smooth motion.

His torso was a work of art—wide shoulders, thick pecs, deep cuts along his abs, a faint happy trail disappearing into his jeans. His skin was tanned, muscles popping under the low hotel lights. A few veins stood out on his forearms and lower stomach.



Both women sucked in a breath.

“Fuck,” Chammy whispered. “He’s ripped.”

Daisy’s eyes dropped to the huge bulge in his jeans. “And packing.”

Ethan stood there, shirtless, chest rising and falling faster now. His cock throbbed visibly against the denim, the head outlined clearly.

Chammy stepped behind him, pressing her barely-covered breasts against his back, hands sliding up his sides to feel his obliques. “So strong… bet you could fuck us for hours.”

Daisy stayed in front, hands flat on his chest, thumbs brushing his hard nipples. “We’re not here for a normal massage, Ethan.”

He looked down at her, green eyes dark with lust. “Then what are you here for?”

Daisy leaned up on her toes, lips brushing his ear. “We want your hands… your mouth… and that big cock we can see stretching your jeans.”



Chammy’s hands slid lower, palming his ass through the denim. “We want you to oil us up… touch every inch… and then fuck us until we can’t walk.”

Ethan groaned low in his throat, cock jumping hard. “Jesus…”

Daisy smiled against his jaw. “Lie down on the table first. Let us see what we’re working with.”

He didn’t argue. He kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go.

His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, at least eight inches, curved slightly upward, the head already shiny with precum.

Both women stared, mouths watering.

Chammy licked her lips. “Oh my god… It’s perfect.”

Daisy dropped to her knees in front of him, robe falling completely open now, exposing her full naked body—perky breasts, hard nipples, smooth, shaved pussy already glistening.

She looked up at him with those big, innocent-yet-filthy eyes. “Time for your massage, Ethan.”

And with that, she wrapped her soft hand around his shaft, stroking once, slow and firm, while Chammy pressed against his back, kissing his neck, hands roaming his ripped abs.

The night had only just begun.

Daisy and Chammy exchanged a quick, wicked glance before they both reached for the ties of their robes at the same time.



With slow, deliberate movements, they let the soft white fabric slide off their shoulders.

The robes pooled at their feet in silky heaps, leaving them completely naked.

Ethan froze in the doorway, the massage oil bottle nearly slipping from his hand.

Daisy stood first—petite but perfectly proportioned, every inch of her screaming idol perfection even years after Momoland. Her skin glowed under the warm hotel lights, smooth and flawless, a light golden tan from their day in the sun. Her body was fit and curvy in all the right places: narrow waist flaring into rounded hips, toned thighs that still carried that dancer’s firmness, and a tight, juicy ass that jiggled just slightly when she shifted her weight.

But it was her breasts that made Ethan’s breath catch—perky, full C-cups that sat high on her chest, defying gravity with youthful bounce. Her nipples were already rock-hard, dark pink and pointing straight at him like little invitations, puckered from the cool air and her growing arousal.

Her cute face—those big doe eyes, small nose, full pouty lips that millions had fallen in love with on music videos—was now transformed. The innocent idol smile was gone. In its place was pure, filthy lust: eyes half-lidded and dark, lips parted and wet, cheeks flushed pink. She looked like sin wrapped in sweetness.

Chammy stepped forward next, mirroring Daisy but with her own delicious differences.

She was just as cute—heart-shaped face, bright eyes that sparkled with mischief, plump lips curved in a teasing smirk. Her body was athletic and leaner than Daisy’s, abs faintly visible when she flexed, long dancer legs that seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were slightly smaller—perfect B-cups, perky and firm, nipples just as hard and begging for attention, a shade lighter pink than Daisy’s.



Both women had smooth, shaved pussies, already glistening at the folds. A thin sheen of arousal coated their inner thighs from the day’s teasing and anticipation. Their bodies were toned from years of choreography and gym sessions—flat stomachs, tight waists, asses round and perky enough to make any man weak.

They didn’t speak at first. They just walked—naked, confident, hips swaying—to the edge of the massive king bed and sat down side by side.

Their thighs pressed together, soft skin on soft skin. They spread their legs just enough to give Ethan a teasing view of their slick, pink pussies, lips slightly parted and shining.

Daisy leaned back on her hands, arching her back so her perky tits thrust forward, nipples pointing right at him.

Chammy copied her, one hand casually sliding up her own thigh, stopping just short of touching herself.

Ethan stood there, still shirtless from earlier, jeans already discarded, now wearing only tight black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his raging erection.

His cock was thick and heavy, straining against the fabric so hard the head pushed past the waistband, a fat bead of precum already leaking and soaking the cotton. The outline was obscene—long, veiny, curved upward, balls full and heavy below.

He couldn’t believe his fucking luck.

Two stunning ex-idols—women he’d jerked off to on late-night YouTube binges back when Momoland was at their peak—now sitting naked on a hotel bed, horny and dripping, ready to fuck him senseless.

Not one goddess. Two.

Daisy tilted her head, cute face twisted with lust, biting her lower lip as she stared at the massive bulge in his shorts.



“Look at him, Chammy,” she purred, voice husky. “He’s so hard already. Bet that cock is throbbing just looking at us.”

Chammy licked her lips slowly, eyes locked on Ethan’s crotch. “Mmm… I can see the wet spot. He’s leaking for us.”

Ethan groaned low, hand instinctively palming his cock through the briefs, squeezing the thick shaft.

“You two are unreal,” he rasped, voice rough. “I thought this was gonna be a normal massage… now I’ve got two perfect sluts sitting there with hard nipples and wet pussies, begging for it.”

Daisy giggled—cute and filthy at the same time—then spread her legs wider, showing him how her pink folds glistened, clit peeking out swollen and needy.

“We’re not begging yet,” she teased, running one finger along her slit, collecting her wetness and bringing it to her lips to suck clean. “But we will.”

Chammy mirrored her, spreading her thighs, fingers tracing her own slick entrance. “Come closer, Ethan. Let us see that big dick properly.”

He stepped forward, cock jumping with every heartbeat.

They reached out at the same time—small, manicured hands wrapping around his waistband.

Daisy tugged one side, Chammy the other.



Together, they yanked his briefs down.

His thick cock sprang free, slapping up against his abs with a heavy thud.

Eight solid inches, veiny, flushed dark red, the head shiny and dripping precum in a long string that dangled toward the floor.

Both women moaned softly at the sight.

“Fuck… it’s even bigger up close,” Daisy whispered, cute face now pure sin as she stared.

Chammy’s hand wrapped around the base first—her fingers barely meeting. “So thick… I can feel it pulsing.”

Ethan groaned, hips twitching forward. “You two are gonna kill me.”

Daisy looked up at him with those lust-filled eyes, perky tits heaving with every breath. “Not yet. We want to play first.”

She leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft—slow, wet, teasing—while Chammy cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently.

They were both dripping now, pussies leaving wet spots on the edge of the bed sheet.

Ethan’s hands fisted at his sides, trying not to grab their heads and fuck their mouths right then.

He couldn’t believe it.

Two gorgeous, fit, horny idols—naked, hard-nippled, wet and ready—teasing his cock like it was their new favorite toy.

This was the luckiest night of his fucking life.

And it was only just beginning.

Daisy and Chammy sat side by side on the edge of the king-sized bed, completely naked, their smooth golden skin glowing under the soft hotel lighting. Their legs were slightly parted, giving Ethan a teasing view of their shaved, glistening pussies. Daisy's perky C-cup breasts rose and fell with every excited breath, dark pink nipples stiff and pointing forward like they were begging to be sucked. Chammy's smaller, high B-cups looked just as eager, her lighter pink nipples already puckered tight from arousal. Both women had that same cute idol face—big sparkling eyes, full pouty lips, flushed cheeks—but now those innocent features were twisted with raw, shameless lust.

They stared at Ethan's bulging boxer briefs like hungry predators. The thick outline of his cock strained against the black fabric, the head already pushing past the waistband, a dark wet spot spreading from his leaking precum.

Daisy tilted her head, biting her lower lip. "We want to see it all, Ethan. No more hiding. Strip. Right now."

Chammy nodded slowly, her voice low and sultry. "Show us that big cock in full glory. We’ve been wet all day thinking about it."

Ethan didn't hesitate for even a heartbeat. His hands moved fast—thumbs hooking into the waistband, shoving the briefs down in one rough motion. The tight fabric slid over his hips, down his powerful thighs, and pooled at his ankles. He kicked them aside and stood completely naked in front of them.

His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, slapping up against his ripped abs with a meaty thud before hanging forward, already half-hard from their teasing.



Both women gasped at the same time, eyes widening, mouths falling open in perfect unison.

It was even better than they’d imagined.

Thick—easily as wide as Daisy's wrist at the base. Veiny—fat ridges twisting along the shaft, pulsing visibly under the flushed skin. Long—easily eight inches soft, curving slightly upward toward a fat, mushroom-shaped head that was already shiny and dark red. Heavy balls hung low beneath, full and tight, covered in soft skin. A single thick vein ran along the underside like a roadmap straight to pleasure.

"Fuck…" Daisy breathed, her cute face now pure filth, eyes locked on his cock like it was the only thing in the world.

Chammy licked her lips slowly. "It's so big… so thick… look at those veins."

Ethan stood there proudly, hands at his sides, letting them drink in every inch. His cock twitched under their stares, slowly hardening, growing longer and thicker right before their eyes.

Daisy leaned forward slightly, breasts jiggling. "Stroke it for us, Ethan. We want to watch you get even harder looking at our naked bodies."

Chammy spread her legs wider, one hand sliding down her flat stomach to cup her slick pussy. "Yes… touch yourself while we touch ourselves. Show us how much you want us."

Ethan groaned low in his throat. He wrapped his big right hand around the base of his shaft—fingers barely meeting—and gave a slow, firm stroke upward. The motion made his cock swell even more, veins bulging, head flaring as blood rushed in.

Daisy's fingers found her clit immediately, rubbing slow circles while she stared. "Mmm… look at it growing… getting so much bigger just from looking at our tits and pussies."

Chammy slipped two fingers inside herself with a wet squelch, pumping slowly. "Stroke it harder… make that fat head shine."

Ethan obeyed, hand moving faster now—long, deliberate strokes from root to tip. Precum welled up quickly at the slit, a thick clear bead forming, then another, until it oozed out in a slow, sticky string that dangled toward the floor before breaking and dripping onto the carpet.

Both women moaned at the sight.

Daisy licked her sexy lips slowly, tongue dragging over the plump lower one. "That precum… fuck, I want to taste it already."

Chammy mirrored her, tongue flicking out to wet her own full lips. "So shiny… so thick… keep stroking, baby. Let it drip for us."

Ethan's breathing grew heavier. His hand twisted slightly on the upstroke, thumb rubbing over the sensitive underside of the head, spreading the leaking precum all over the fat crown until it glistened like it was oiled. His cock was fully hard now—nine solid inches of thick, veiny meat, standing proud and throbbing, the head dark purple and swollen.



Daisy pinched one of her hard nipples with her free hand, tugging it gently while her other fingers rubbed faster on her clit. "God… it's even bigger hard. Look how it curves up… it's gonna hit so deep inside us."

Chammy's fingers plunged deeper, her hips rocking forward slightly. "Stroke it slower now… tease us… make more of that precum come out."

Ethan slowed his hand, gripping tighter at the base, sliding up agonizingly slow until his thumb circled the slick head. Another fat drop of precum bubbled up and spilled over, running down the underside of his shaft in a shiny trail. He smeared it with his palm, making the whole length glisten.

The women gasped again, licking their lips in perfect sync—hungry, desperate, eyes never leaving his cock.

Daisy whimpered softly. "You're leaking so much… just from looking at our wet pussies and hard nipples."

Chammy's voice was breathy. "Keep going… don't stop… we want to see you throb for us."

Ethan's abs flexed with every slow stroke, his heavy balls tightening as he edged himself under their watchful, lust-filled gazes. His cock pulsed visibly with each heartbeat, more precum oozing out, dripping in long strings that made both women moan louder.

They were all lost in it now—Ethan stroking his massive cock while two gorgeous Women touched their dripping pussies, staring, licking their lips, waiting for the moment they could finally taste him, ride him, take every thick inch.

Daisy and Chammy didn't wait another second.

They reached out at the same time, small soft hands wrapping around Ethan's thick wrists. With playful but firm tugs, they pulled him forward until his knees hit the edge of the mattress.

"Come here, big boy," Daisy purred, her voice low and dripping with need.

Ethan let them guide him, crawling onto the bed between them on all fours for a moment before they pushed him gently onto his back. The king-sized mattress dipped under his weight, sheets cool against his heated skin.

The two ex-idols climbed over him like graceful cats in heat.

Daisy straddled his left thigh, Chammy his right. Their naked bodies pressed flush against his sides—warm, silky skin sliding over hard muscle. Daisy's perky C-cups squished against his ribs, stiff nipples dragging across his skin like little points of fire. Chammy's smaller, high breasts rubbed along his other side, her toned stomach gliding against his hip.

They started at his neck.

Daisy leaned in first, cute face hovering close, big eyes locked on his. She stuck out her tongue and dragged it slow and wet up the left side of his neck—hot, slick, tasting the faint salt of his skin from the day's anticipation. She ended with a soft suck just below his ear, teeth grazing lightly.



Chammy mirrored her on the right—tongue flat and broad, licking a long stripe from collarbone to jawline. She hummed against his skin, the vibration buzzing straight down to his cock.

Ethan groaned deep in his throat, head tilting back into the pillow. "Fuck… you two…"

Their naked bodies kept moving—rubbing, grinding softly against him as they worked lower.

Daisy's full breasts dragged along his chest, nipples tracing circles over his pecs. Chammy's toned thigh slid higher, pressing against the base of his heavy balls. Their wet pussies left slick trails on his skin as they rocked subtly, already dripping from watching him stroke himself.

They kissed and licked down his ripped chest together.

Daisy's mouth found his left nipple—tongue flicking fast over the hard little bud before she sucked it into her warm mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make him hiss. Chammy took the right, lapping slow circles, then sucking hard, cheeks hollowing.

Ethan's hands flew to their heads—fingers threading into Daisy's long dark hair on one side, Chammy's silky strands on the other. He didn't push or pull; he just held, feeling their scalps move under his palms as they worshipped his torso.

They trailed lower.

Open-mouthed kisses down the deep valley between his pecs. Tongues swirling over the ridges of his six-pack abs—Daisy tracing every cut with the tip of her tongue, Chammy dragging flat and broad, tasting the faint sheen of sweat that had started to bead on his skin.

Ethan's abs flexed hard under their mouths, cock twitching violently against his stomach, smearing precum in shiny streaks across his lower abs.

They kept going.

Lower still.

Their hot breath hit his pubes first.

Daisy nuzzled the coarse dark hair at the base of his cock, inhaling deeply—musky, masculine, intoxicating. She dragged her tongue through the trimmed patch, slow and teasing, tasting skin and salt.

Chammy did the same on the other side, lips brushing the sensitive skin where thigh met groin, tongue flicking out to lap at the root of his shaft.

His cock—thick, veiny, rock-hard—jerked upward with every hot exhale they blew against it. The fat head bobbed inches from their faces, shiny with precum, a fresh bead welling at the slit and slowly dripping down the underside.

Ethan groaned louder, hips lifting instinctively, trying to get closer to their mouths.

"Goddamn… your tongues… fuck…"

Daisy looked up at him through her lashes, cute face flushed and filthy. "Feel how hard you are for us?"

Chammy pressed a soft, wet kiss right at the base of his shaft. "Your cock is twitching so much… like it can't wait to be inside our mouths."

They licked closer—tongues brushing the thick veins along the sides of his shaft now, not quite reaching the head yet. Hot breath fanning over his sensitive skin, making his balls tighten and his cock pulse harder.



Ethan's fingers tightened in their hair, not guiding, just anchoring himself as pleasure rolled through him in waves.

Two gorgeous, naked idols—bodies pressed tight against him, perky tits rubbing his sides, slick pussies grinding on his thighs—licking and kissing every inch of his body on their way down to the prize throbbing between them.

His cock leaked more precum, the clear string stretching longer, almost touching Daisy's cheek.

They both moaned softly at the sight.

And they still hadn't put their mouths on it yet.

They were only getting started.

Daisy and Chammy stayed low, their gorgeous faces hovering just inches from Ethan's throbbing cock, close enough that their warm breaths fanned over the sensitive skin in teasing little puffs.

They paused there for a long moment—simply admiring.

Daisy's cute idol features were flushed pink, big doe eyes wide and glassy with lust as she stared at the thick, veiny shaft bobbing gently in front of her. Her full pouty lips parted slightly, tongue peeking out to wet them unconsciously. Strands of her long dark hair fell forward, brushing the base of his cock like silk feathers.

Chammy was right beside her, heart-shaped face equally entranced, plump lips curved in a soft, hungry smile. Her bright eyes traced every ridge, every pulsing vein, lingering on the fat mushroom head where a fresh bead of precum slowly swelled at the slit.

They leaned in even closer—cheeks almost touching—until their noses were barely an inch from the hot, heavy length.

Daisy inhaled first—slow, deep, deliberate. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in his raw masculine scent: musky, slightly salty, mixed with the clean soap from his skin and the faint metallic tang of pure arousal. The smell hit her like a drug. Her eyelids fluttered, a soft whimper escaping her throat.

"Mmm… you smell so good," she whispered, voice husky. "So strong… so male."



Chammy followed immediately, pressing her nose right against the thick base where his pubes met shaft. She inhaled deeply, eyes closing in bliss as the scent filled her lungs—earthy, potent, intoxicating. A tiny shiver ran through her toned body.

"God… it's addictive," she murmured against his skin. "I could breathe you in all night."

Ethan groaned low, hips twitching upward at the feel of their hot breaths and the vibration of their words so close to his aching cock. His hands stayed tangled in their hair—gentle but firm—holding them there so he could watch every filthy second.

They moved together now, like they had done this a hundred times before.

Daisy tilted her head and dragged the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft—slow, from the root all the way up to just below the head. She collected the thick trail of precum that had leaked down the vein, tasting it on her tongue: salty-sweet, slightly bitter, thick and warm. Her eyes rolled back a little as the flavor exploded in her mouth.

"Fuck… your precum tastes so good," she breathed, licking her lips to savor it. "Thick… creamy… I want more."

Chammy mirrored her on the other side—tongue sliding up the opposite vein in a long, wet stripe. She caught the fresh bead that welled up at the slit the moment she reached the tip, swirling her tongue around the head to lap it clean. She hummed in pleasure, cheeks hollowing slightly as she sucked just the very tip into her mouth for a heartbeat before releasing it with a soft pop.

"Mmm… salty and sweet," Chammy purred, licking her plump lips slowly. "I love how it coats my tongue… makes me so wet."

They pressed their faces even closer now—cheeks brushing against the hot, velvety skin of his cock as they inhaled again, noses nuzzling the shaft, lips grazing the veins.

Daisy's tongue flicked out in quick little kitten licks along the side, tasting more of the leaking precum that kept oozing out in steady drops. Every lick made Ethan's cock jump and twitch, more clear fluid bubbling up for her to lap away.

Chammy joined in—her tongue meeting Daisy's at the underside, the two of them licking in tandem, wet and messy, tongues sliding over each other and over his throbbing length. Their saliva mixed with his precum, making everything slick and shiny.

Ethan's breathing turned ragged. "Jesus… you two… your mouths… fuck…"

Daisy looked up at him through her lashes, cute face inches from his cock, lips shiny with his essence. "You taste even better than you smell," she whispered, before leaning in to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss right on the fat head—sucking gently, tongue swirling to draw out another thick drop.

Chammy did the same on the other side of the crown—kissing, licking, tasting—her tongue flicking the sensitive frenulum until Ethan hissed and his hips bucked.

They pulled back just enough to admire again—beautiful faces framed by his thick cock, cheeks flushed, lips wet and swollen, eyes dark with hunger. Strands of precum stretched from their tongues to the head like filthy little bridges before snapping.

Daisy licked her lips once more, savoring the lingering taste. "We could do this forever… just tasting you… breathing you in…"

Chammy nodded, pressing one last soft kiss to the base. "But we want more than just a taste soon…"



Ethan groaned, fingers tightening in their hair, cock pulsing harder than ever—leaking steadily now, the head dark and swollen, ready for whatever came next.

Their beautiful faces stayed close, inhaling his scent, licking up every drop of precum, completely lost in worshipping his cock with their mouths and their adoration.

Daisy and Chammy pressed their faces even closer, cheeks brushing against the hot, throbbing skin of Ethan's cock as they positioned themselves perfectly on either side.

They started together—slow, synchronized, like they'd rehearsed this filthy little dance.

Daisy tilted her head to the left, tongue flat and wide, dragging it from the very base of his shaft where the thick veins disappeared into his pubes, all the way up the left side in one long, wet stroke. Her tongue pressed firmly, tasting every ridge, every pulsing vein, collecting the salty sheen of skin and the faint trace of his earlier precum.

At the exact same moment, Chammy mirrored her on the right—tongue starting low at the root, sliding upward along the opposite side, broad and slick, following the fat central vein that ran like a rope under the skin. Their tongues met briefly at the underside near the head, flicking against each other before continuing up to swirl around the swollen crown from both sides.

Ethan's hips jerked hard off the bed. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat.

"Fuuuck… yes… just like that…"

The dual sensation—two hot, wet tongues gliding up his length at once—sent electric shocks straight through his balls. His cock jumped violently between their faces, the head flaring darker, more precum bubbling up instantly at the slit.

They didn't stop.

They licked again—base to tip, left and right, tongues dragging slower this time, savoring. Daisy's tongue curled slightly on the upstroke, pressing into the sensitive underside. Chammy's flicked quick little circles along the vein she followed, teasing the ridges. Saliva coated him thickly now, shiny trails running down the shaft, dripping onto his heavy balls.

When they reached the top again, their tongues met over the fat head—lapping at the leaking slit together, tasting the fresh, thick precum that poured out in reward. They moaned softly into his cock, the vibrations humming straight through him.

Ethan's hands tightened in their hair, fingers trembling. "Goddamn… your tongues feel so fucking good…"

Daisy pulled back just enough to look up at him with those lust-filled doe eyes, lips shiny and swollen. Without breaking eye contact, she gathered saliva in her mouth and let a long, thick string of spit drip from her tongue directly onto the head of his cock.

The warm drool landed with a soft splat, sliding down the crown and mixing with his precum.

Chammy did the same—leaning in, pursing her plump lips, and spitting a generous glob right onto the shaft midway down. It landed wet and heavy, spreading slowly over the veiny skin.

They watched it for a second—two beautiful ex-idols admiring their work—then attacked again.

Daisy spat once more, this time aiming lower, coating the base where her tongue had started. Chammy followed, spitting directly onto the thick vein on the right side.

Now his entire cock glistened—slick with their combined saliva, shiny and dripping, the spit mixing with his steady leak of precum to create messy, obscene strings that stretched and snapped as they moved.

They went back to licking—long, wet strokes from base to tip, tongues gliding easily now over the lubricated skin. The added wetness made every drag smoother, hotter, more intense. Their saliva coated him completely, running in rivulets down his shaft, pooling around his balls, making everything slippery and ready.



Ethan groaned louder, hips rocking upward in shallow thrusts, unable to stay still. "Shit… you're soaking my cock… making it so fucking wet… feels incredible…"

Daisy smiled wickedly against his skin, tongue swirling around the head once more before she pulled back and spat again—harder this time—right on the sensitive underside. The spit splattered and ran down toward his balls in thick streams.

Chammy copied her, spitting onto the top of the shaft, watching it slide down the curves of his veins like warm oil.

They licked it all in—tongues working faster now, sliding up and down both sides, covering every inch in fresh layers of saliva. Their mouths met repeatedly over his length—kissing each other around his cock, tongues tangling briefly before returning to him, leaving him drenched and throbbing.

His cock looked obscene now—thick, veiny, glistening from base to tip, completely coated in their spit, shining under the hotel lights. Every vein stood out more prominently, the head swollen and dark, precum mixing with saliva to create a slick, messy sheen that dripped steadily onto the sheets.

Ethan's breathing was ragged, abs clenching hard with every dual lick. "You two are filthy… covering my dick in your spit like that… fuck… I'm so ready for your mouths…"

Daisy and Chammy looked up at him together—cute faces flushed, lips wet and swollen, eyes dark with hunger—then leaned in once more.

One final long lick from each side—base to tip—tongues pressing hard, dragging all the saliva upward until they met at the head again.

They kissed over his cockhead—slow, sloppy, sharing the taste of him—before pulling back just enough to admire their work.

His cock stood proud between their beautiful faces—thick, veiny, dripping, completely soaked and ready for whatever came next.

And they were only getting hungrier.

Daisy and Chammy pressed their beautiful faces even closer, cheeks brushing against the slick, saliva-drenched skin of Ethan's throbbing cock. Their hot breaths mingled over the swollen head, making it twitch and leak another thick bead of precum that slowly rolled down the underside.

They looked up at him at the same time—cute idol faces flushed pink, big sparkling eyes dark with lust, plump lips parted and shiny.

"Ready to share?" Daisy whispered, voice husky and teasing.

Chammy's answer was a soft moan and a slow nod. "Let's make him lose his mind."

They moved in perfect sync.

Both women leaned forward, tongues extended, and dragged them up the full length of his shaft from either side—base to tip—in one long, wet, synchronized stroke. Daisy's tongue glided along the left side, pressing firmly into the thick vein that pulsed there. Chammy's tongue mirrored her on the right, sliding over the opposite ridge, their saliva mixing in the middle where the tongues briefly met and tangled over the underside.

Ethan's hips bucked hard off the bed. A raw, deep groan ripped from his throat. "Fuuuck… yes… both of you…"

They didn't pause.

At the top, their tongues swirled together around the fat mushroom head—lapping at the slit in unison, tasting the fresh, salty precum that poured out in reward. They moaned into his cock at the same time, the vibrations humming straight through his shaft and into his balls.

Then they opened their mouths wider.

Daisy took the left half of the head first—lips stretching around the crown, sucking gently while her tongue flicked fast over the sensitive underside. Chammy claimed the right half—lips sealing tight, sucking in rhythm with Daisy, her tongue swirling circles on her side of the head.



Together they worked the tip like a shared lollipop—sucking, licking, kissing—mouths sliding against each other around his cockhead, tongues occasionally brushing and tangling between licks.

Ethan's hands tightened in their hair, fingers trembling. "Goddamn… your mouths… both at once… shit…"

They slid lower.

Daisy and Chammy moved down his length together—lips and tongues gliding along both sides of the thick shaft in perfect tandem. They sucked and licked in mirror image: long, wet pulls upward, then slow drags back down. Saliva coated him thicker now, dripping in messy strings from their mouths, running down his balls in warm rivulets.

Every few inches they paused to focus on a spot—Daisy sucking hard on the left vein while Chammy tongued the right, then switching, making his cock jump and throb between their faces.

When they reached the base, they didn't stop.

They continued lower—tongues bathing his heavy balls in unison. Daisy took the left one into her warm mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling over the soft skin. Chammy sucked the right, humming low so the vibration buzzed through both balls at once. Their cheeks pressed together, lips brushing as they worshipped him.

Ethan groaned louder, hips rocking upward in shallow thrusts. "You're gonna kill me… sucking my balls like that… fuck…"

They released his balls with wet pops and licked back up—slow, filthy strokes—until their mouths met again at the head.

This time they tried something bolder.

Daisy opened wide and took the head fully into her mouth—cheeks hollowing as she sucked deep. Chammy pressed in from the side—lips sliding along the shaft right next to Daisy's, tongue flicking the exposed underside while Daisy bobbed slowly.

They traded places seamlessly—Chammy taking the head deep while Daisy licked the side and base, hand stroking what their mouths couldn't reach.

The sounds were obscene: wet slurps, soft moans, saliva dripping, Ethan's ragged groans filling the room.

They pulled back just enough to spit again—both women gathering saliva and letting thick strings drip onto his cockhead at the same time. The spit landed with soft splats, mixing with his precum, running down in shiny trails.

Then they dove back in.

Both mouths on the head again—lips meeting around the crown, tongues swirling together over the slit, sucking in tandem. They bobbed in short, shallow strokes—taking turns sliding deeper, then pulling back so the other could take over—never leaving the head unattended.

Ethan's abs clenched hard, thighs trembling. "Shit… you're sharing my cock so fucking good… both mouths… fuck…"

Daisy moaned around the head, the sound vibrating into Chammy's mouth too. Chammy answered with a hum, her tongue flicking Daisy's as they both sucked.

They kept the rhythm—slow, deep, wet—mouths sliding, tongues dancing, saliva dripping everywhere. His cock glistened completely, coated in layers of their spit, veins standing out stark and pulsing, head swollen dark purple and leaking nonstop.

They looked up at him together—eyes locked on his face—cute features wrecked with lust, lips stretched and shiny, cheeks flushed—as they sucked him in perfect unison.

Ethan's breathing turned ragged, hips thrusting shallowly between their mouths.

"You two… are fucking perfect… don't stop… please don't stop…"

They didn't.

They just sucked harder, licked deeper, shared him completely—two gorgeous ex-idols giving him the filthiest, most synchronized blowjob of his life, their beautiful faces pressed tight around his thick, throbbing cock.



Daisy and Chammy pulled back from the head of Ethan's cock with wet, synchronized pops, strings of saliva and precum stretching between their swollen lips and the glistening tip before snapping.

Their eyes met for a split second—dark, hungry, full of the same filthy idea.

Without a word, they slid lower together.

Daisy nuzzled the left side of his heavy balls first, cheek pressing against the warm, soft skin while she inhaled his musky scent again—deeper this time, letting it fill her lungs until she whimpered softly.

Chammy did the same on the right, nose brushing the seam of his sack, breathing him in like he was her new favorite drug.

Then they moved.

Both women opened their mouths wide at the exact same moment.

Daisy took his left ball fully into her warm, wet mouth—lips sealing around the smooth skin, tongue swirling slow circles over the sensitive surface. She sucked gently but firmly, cheeks hollowing just enough to create delicious suction.

At the same instant, Chammy engulfed his right ball—lips stretching wide, tongue lapping broad and flat before curling around it in teasing spirals. She hummed low in her throat, the vibration buzzing straight through his sack and up his shaft.

Ethan's entire body jerked hard off the mattress. A raw, broken groan tore from deep in his chest.

"Fuuuck… both of you… sucking my balls like that… shit…"

Their beautiful faces were buried between his thighs now—cheeks pressed tight against each other, noses almost touching as they worked. Daisy's long dark hair spilled over his left hip, Chammy's silky strands draped across his right. Their perky tits rubbed against his inner thighs with every subtle movement, hard nipples dragging over his skin like little sparks.

And their hands never stopped.

Daisy's small right hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock—fingers barely meeting—stroking upward in slow, firm pulls. Chammy's left hand joined right above hers, gripping the middle of the shaft, twisting gently on the upstroke while Daisy twisted on the down.

They stroked him in perfect rhythm—hands sliding together, slick with the layers of spit they'd already coated him in. Every upward stroke made more precum bubble from the slit and drip down onto their stroking fingers, making everything even wetter, slicker, messier.

The dual sensations hit him like a freight train: warm mouths sucking and tonguing his balls, tongues swirling and lapping in perfect opposition, while four soft hands pumped his throbbing length in steady, relentless strokes.

Ethan's abs clenched hard, thighs trembling on either side of their heads. His fingers tightened in their hair—not pulling, just holding on for dear life as pleasure rolled through him in heavy waves.

"Goddamn… you're sucking my balls so good… both at once… and stroking me like that… fuck… don't stop…"

Daisy moaned around his left ball—the vibration shooting straight up his shaft. She sucked a little harder, tongue pressing flat and dragging slow circles, feeling the ball tighten in her mouth.

Chammy answered with her own low hum, sucking the right one deeper, cheeks hollowing as she rolled it gently with her tongue. Her free hand cupped the underside of his sack, fingers lightly massaging the sensitive skin behind his balls while she sucked.

Their stroking hands sped up slightly—still synchronized, still perfect. Daisy twisted her wrist on every upstroke, thumb brushing the fat vein on the underside. Chammy mirrored her, palm gliding over the slick head on every pass, spreading the leaking precum down the shaft to keep him drenched.

More precum oozed out in thick, steady drops—running down their knuckles, dripping onto the sheets, mixing with the saliva already coating everything.



They pulled back just enough to switch—Daisy releasing the left ball with a wet pop and immediately taking the right into her mouth, sucking it deep while her tongue swirled. Chammy took the left, humming happily as she sucked and lapped.

The swap made Ethan groan even louder—hips bucking upward, pushing his balls deeper into their warm mouths while their hands never broke rhythm.

Their faces stayed buried—cheeks pressed tight, lips sealed around his balls, tongues never stopping. The wet, slurping sounds of their sucking mixed with the slick schlick-schlick of their hands pumping his cock filled the room.

Ethan's breathing turned ragged, thighs shaking, balls tightening in their mouths as the pressure built fast.

"You two… filthy little idols… sucking my balls while you jerk me off… fuck… I'm so close already…"

Daisy and Chammy moaned in response—vibrations humming through his sack, hands stroking faster now, slick and relentless.

They kept him right on the edge—mouths worshipping his balls, hands milking his thick cock—beautiful faces buried between his thighs, completely lost in the taste, the scent, the feel of him.

And they showed no sign of stopping.

Ethan couldn’t take it anymore.

The sight of Daisy and Chammy—two gorgeous ex-idols with their cute faces buried between his thighs, mouths full of his balls, tongues swirling and sucking while their soft hands pumped his thick, spit-soaked cock in perfect rhythm—pushed him right to the breaking point.

His balls tightened hard in their warm mouths, cock throbbing violently between their stroking fingers. Every wet suck, every vibration from their moans, every slick twist of their hands sent jolts of pleasure straight up his spine. Precum leaked in thick, steady streams, dripping over their knuckles and onto the sheets below.

“Fuck… stop… stop or I’m gonna come right now,” he growled, voice rough and strained.

But they didn’t stop.

Daisy hummed around his left ball, sucking harder. Chammy flicked her tongue faster over the right one, hands stroking him quicker, slick and relentless.

That was it.

Ethan’s hands shot down, fingers tangling deeper in their hair as he gently but firmly pulled their mouths off his balls with wet, obscene pops. Saliva strings stretched from their swollen lips to his shiny sack before snapping.

He stood up fast—muscles flexing, abs rippling—towering over them on the bed.

His cock pointed straight at their faces like a weapon—thick, veiny, rock-hard, nine inches of flushed meat standing proud and angry. The fat head was dark purple, shiny with layers of their spit and his endless precum, a long clear string dangling from the slit toward the mattress. It bobbed heavily with every heartbeat, veins bulging, balls drawn up tight and full below.

Daisy and Chammy stayed on their knees at the edge of the bed, looking up at him with wide, lust-drenched eyes. Their cute faces were wrecked—lips swollen and glossy, cheeks flushed deep pink, strands of hair messy from his grip. Their perky tits heaved with every panting breath, hard nipples pointing right at him.

They didn’t beg with words at first.

Instead, they spread their thighs wide—slow, deliberate, teasing.

Daisy parted her toned legs first, knees falling open until her smooth, shaved pussy was completely exposed. Her pink folds glistened, swollen and dripping, clit peeking out hard and throbbing. A thin trail of her arousal slid down her inner thigh, shining under the hotel lights. She arched her back slightly, pushing her hips forward so her wet entrance winked at him, begging silently.

Chammy mirrored her instantly—long dancer legs spreading even wider, thighs trembling just a little from how turned on she was. Her pussy was just as soaked, lips puffy and dark pink, clit swollen and begging for touch. She rocked her hips once—slow, needy—making her wetness glisten and drip onto the sheet below.



They looked up at him together—beautiful, filthy, desperate.

“Please…” Daisy whispered first, voice breathy and broken. Her small hand slid down her stomach, fingers spreading her folds open wider so he could see every slick inch. “I need your cock inside me… stretching me… filling me up…”

Chammy’s hand joined hers between her own thighs, rubbing slow circles over her clit while she stared at his throbbing length. “Fuck us, Ethan… please… we’ve been wet for you all day… look how ready we are…”

They stretched their thighs even further—legs splayed obscenely, pussies presented like offerings, dripping and clenching around nothing. Their free hands reached up toward his cock—fingers brushing the slick head, smearing his precum over their fingertips before bringing it to their lips to taste.

Daisy licked her finger clean with a soft moan. “So thick… it’s gonna split us open… please…”

Chammy did the same, sucking her finger deep. “We want it so bad… both of us… take turns… fuck us raw…”

Ethan stood there, chest heaving, cock pointing straight at their spread thighs like it knew exactly where it belonged. Every muscle in his body was tense, veins standing out on his forearms and neck from holding back.

He stepped closer—knees pressing against the mattress edge—cock hovering just inches from their dripping entrances.

“Which one first?” he rasped, voice dark and dangerous, hand wrapping around his base to stroke once—slow and firm—making more precum bead at the tip.

Daisy and Chammy looked at each other—eyes sparkling with mischief and need—then back up at him.

“Both,” they said at the same time, voices overlapping in perfect, filthy harmony.

They spread their thighs wider, hips lifting off the bed, pussies glistening and begging, ready for him to claim them.

Ethan groaned low, stepping fully onto the mattress, cock aimed like a promise.

He was done holding back.

Ethan stood over them like a god—his ripped body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, muscles tensed and flexing, nine-inch cock pointing straight out like a steel rod, thick and veiny, the head dark purple and slick with their spit and his precum. Daisy and Chammy knelt on the bed, thighs spread wide, pussies dripping and clenching, begging with their eyes and words. The air in the hotel room was thick with the scent of sex—musky arousal, vanilla body oil, and the faint salt of sweat.

He couldn't wait another second.

"Get on your back, Daisy," he growled, voice rough and commanding. "Spread those legs wide. I want to see that pretty pink pussy."

Daisy obeyed instantly, her cute face flushed deep red, big doe eyes locked on his cock as she flopped back onto the pillows. She parted her toned thighs as far as they could go—knees bent, feet flat on the mattress—exposing her smooth, shaved mound completely. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening, inner folds a bright pink, clit hard and peeking out like it was begging for attention. A thin trail of her wetness trickled down toward her ass, soaking the sheets below.

Chammy stayed on her knees beside her, thighs still spread, one hand rubbing slow circles over her own clit as she watched. "Fuck her good, Ethan," she whispered, voice breathy. "Make her scream."

Ethan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Daisy's legs. He grabbed her ankles and pushed them back, folding her almost in half—her knees near her shoulders, ass lifting off the mattress, pussy tilted up perfectly for him. She was flexible from years of dance practice, and the position opened her up completely, her wet entrance winking at him.

He fisted his cock at the base—thick fingers squeezing the veiny shaft—and rubbed the fat head up and down her slick folds. The contact made her gasp, hips jerking up to chase him. He teased her clit with the tip, smearing his precum over her swollen nub, then slid lower to notch himself at her tight hole.

"You're so fucking wet for me," he murmured, green eyes dark with lust. "Gonna stretch this little pussy wide."

With one slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed in.

Daisy's back arched off the bed, a high, broken moan ripping from her throat. "Oh fuck… yes… so big…"



The head popped past her entrance first—stretching her tight walls inch by inch. She was soaking, but still so snug around his thickness. He felt every ripple inside her, her pussy clenching greedily as he sank deeper. Halfway in, he paused—letting her feel the burn, the fullness—then thrust forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. His heavy balls slapped against her ass, the base of his cock grinding against her clit.

She screamed—loud and needy—nails digging into his shoulders. "Ethan… oh god… you're splitting me open…"

He groaned deep in his chest, the heat of her pussy gripping him like a vice. "Fuck… you're tight… taking my cock so good, Daisy…"

He started moving—slow at first, pulling out almost to the tip, letting her feel the drag of every thick vein along her inner walls, then slamming back in hard. Each thrust made a wet, filthy squelch—her juices coating his shaft, dripping down his balls and onto the sheets. The position let him go deep, the curve of his cock hitting her G-spot with every stroke, making her thighs tremble and her perky tits bounce wildly.

Beside them, Chammy watched with wide eyes, her hand moving faster between her legs. "Look at her face… she's loving it… fuck her harder…"

Ethan reached over without breaking rhythm—one big hand sliding between Chammy's spread thighs. His fingers found her dripping pussy instantly—two thick digits circling her entrance, teasing the slick folds before plunging inside.

Chammy gasped, hips bucking forward. "Yes… finger me… oh fuck…"

He curled his fingers deep—rubbing her front wall, hooking them against her G-spot while his thumb pressed firm circles on her swollen clit. She was even wetter than Daisy, her pussy clenching around his fingers like it was trying to pull them deeper. He pumped them in and out—fast and rough—matching the rhythm of his thrusts into Daisy.

The bed creaked under them, the room filled with obscene sounds: the wet slap of his hips against Daisy's ass, the squelch of his fingers in Chammy's pussy, their moans mixing in a filthy symphony.

Daisy writhed beneath him, cute face twisted in ecstasy—mouth open in a constant stream of whimpers and cries. "Harder… deeper… fuck me… your cock feels so good…"

He obliged—speeding up, pounding into her with brutal force. Each thrust made her tits jiggle, her pussy flutter around him, squeezing tighter as she chased her orgasm. He leaned down, capturing one hard nipple in his mouth—sucking hard, teeth grazing—while his free hand pinched the other.

At the same time, he added a third finger into Chammy—stretching her wider, thumb grinding her clit faster. She rode his hand shamelessly, hips rolling, her own hand reaching up to twist her nipples. "Ethan… yes… finger-fuck me… make me come…"

He could feel them both building—Daisy's walls clamping down on his cock like a velvet fist, Chammy's pussy gushing around his fingers, soaking his palm. The dual sensations drove him wild: the tight heat of Daisy's hole milking him, the slick grip of Chammy's cunt on his digits.

"Fuck… you're both so tight… gonna make you come on my cock and fingers…" he rasped, hips snapping faster, fingers curling harder.

Daisy came first—her body seizing up, thighs clamping around his waist as a loud, shattered scream tore from her throat. "I'm coming… oh god… yes!"

Her pussy spasmed wildly around his cock, gushing fresh wetness that soaked his balls and thighs. She shook beneath him, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails on his ripped skin.

The sight and feel of her orgasm pushed Chammy over—her hips bucking hard against his hand, pussy clenching in rhythmic pulses. "Me too… fuck… coming on your fingers…"

She squirted a little—clear fluid splashing over his wrist and the sheets—moaning loud and broken, her free hand grabbing Daisy's for support.

Ethan kept thrusting through Daisy's climax—drawing it out, pounding her sensitive walls—while his fingers worked Chammy through hers, twisting and pumping until she went limp.



He slowed finally, cock still buried deep in Daisy, fingers slipping out of Chammy with a wet pop. Both women panted beneath him—bodies slick and trembling, faces blissed out.

But he wasn't done. His cock throbbed inside Daisy, aching for release.

"Switch," he growled, pulling out of Daisy with a slick sound, his shaft shiny with her cum. "Your turn, Chammy."

They both moaned in agreement—eager for more.

Ethan pulled his glistening cock out of Daisy's still-spasming pussy with a wet, obscene pop, a string of her cum stretching between his fat head and her swollen lips before snapping. She whimpered at the loss, her body trembling from the aftershocks, thighs quivering as she lay there spread open, pussy gaping slightly and dripping onto the sheets. But there was no time to recover—his eyes locked on Chammy, dark and hungry.

"Your turn to ride me, Chammy," he growled, voice low and commanding. He shifted back on the bed, lying flat on the pillows, his ripped abs flexing as he propped himself up slightly. His cock stood straight up like a flagpole—nine inches of thick, veiny meat, shiny with Daisy's juices, throbbing visibly with every heartbeat. Precum bubbled at the slit again, a testament to how close he'd been to exploding inside her.

Chammy's cute face lit up with filthy excitement, her plump lips curving into a wicked smile. She crawled over him like a predator, toned thighs straddling his hips, her perky B-cup tits bouncing slightly with the movement. Her shaved pussy hovered just above his cock, already dripping—wetness trailing down her inner thighs from fingering herself while watching him pound Daisy. She reached down, small hand wrapping around his slick shaft—fingers barely meeting around the girth—and rubbed the head back and forth over her swollen folds, coating him in her arousal.

"Fuck… you're so big," she moaned, biting her lower lip. "Gonna stretch my tight little pussy so good…"

Daisy, still panting, rolled onto her knees beside them, her full C-cup breasts heaving, hard nipples dark pink and begging for more. She swung one leg over Ethan's chest, straddling his face reverse-cowgirl style so she could watch Chammy. Her juicy ass hovered just above his mouth, her dripping pussy—still sensitive and swollen from his pounding—positioned perfectly over his lips. She lowered herself slowly, grinding her slick folds against his chin first, teasing him with her scent and taste.

"Eat me out, Ethan," Daisy begged, voice husky and desperate. "I need your tongue deep inside me again… make me come on your face while you fuck her…"

Ethan didn't hesitate. His strong hands gripped Daisy's hips—fingers digging into her soft, firm ass cheeks, spreading them wider as he pulled her down fully onto his mouth. His tongue shot out immediately—hot, wet, and relentless—plunging straight into her tight hole like a cock. He thrust it deep, curling and twisting inside her, tasting the mix of her cum and his own lingering precum from earlier. His lips sealed around her pussy, sucking hard on her folds while his tongue fucked her in and out, lapping up every drop of her sweetness.

Daisy screamed instantly—high and broken—her body shuddering violently as she ground down on his face. "Oh fuck… yes… your tongue… so deep… eating my pussy like that… ahh!" Waves of pleasure crashed through her, her thighs clamping around his head, trapping him in her heat. She trembled uncontrollably, her perky tits bouncing as she rocked her hips, fucking his face shamelessly. The kinkiness of it all—sitting on his mouth while he devoured her, feeling his nose press against her clit, his beard stubble scraping her sensitive inner thighs—made her even wetter. Fresh juices flooded his tongue, dripping down his chin and neck, soaking his face completely. She reached back, grabbing his hair and pulling him deeper, her cute face twisted in ecstasy, mouth open in constant moans. "Deeper… tongue-fuck me… make me squirt on your face… oh god, I'm already close again…"

At the same time, Chammy sank down onto his cock.

She positioned the fat head at her entrance and lowered herself slowly at first—inch by thick inch—her tight walls stretching around his girth with a delicious burn. "Ahh… shit… so fucking big… splitting me open…" She gasped, eyes rolling back, plump lips parted in a silent scream as she took him halfway. Her pussy clenched hard around him, juices squirting out around his shaft from the pressure. Then, with a filthy moan, she slammed down the rest of the way—burying him to the hilt in one hard drop. Her ass slapped against his thighs, his balls pressing up against her.

Ethan thrust up immediately—meeting her halfway—his hips bucking off the bed with brutal force. "Fuck… ride me, Chammy… bounce on that cock…"



Chammy screamed—loud and raw—her body jolting from the deep penetration. "Yes… oh god… your cock… so deep… hitting my cervix…" She started bouncing hard right away—no slow build-up, just frantic, desperate slams. Her toned thighs flexed with every rise and fall, ass cheeks jiggling as she rode him like a wild animal. The curve of his cock dragged perfectly against her G-spot on every downstroke, making her pussy flutter and gush around him. She leaned forward, hands bracing on his ripped chest, nails digging into his pecs and leaving red scratches. Her perky tits bounced wildly—nipples hard as diamonds—slapping against her skin with every hard bounce. The kinkiness amped her up—the sound of her ass slapping his thighs, the wet squelch of her pussy swallowing his cock, the way Daisy's moans vibrated through Ethan's body into hers. "Harder… fuck me harder… pound my tight pussy… make me your slut…"

Ethan obliged—thrusting up into her with savage power, his hips snapping like pistons. Each upward slam buried him balls-deep, his thick shaft stretching her walls to the limit, veins rubbing every sensitive ridge inside her. He kept one hand on Daisy's hip, holding her steady on his face, while the other slapped Chammy's ass—hard and sharp—leaving a red handprint on her golden skin. "Take it… bounce harder… fuck, your pussy's gripping me so tight…"

Chammy bounced even harder—slamming down with all her weight, her ass rippling with every impact. She screamed with every thrust—high-pitched and needy—her body trembling from the overstimulation. "I'm… ahh… gonna come… your cock's destroying me… so thick… filling me up…" Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, milking his shaft, juices squirting out around his base with every hard bounce. The kink of it—riding him while Daisy rode his face, feeling his groans vibrate into her through his cock—pushed her higher. She reached down, rubbing her clit furiously, nails scraping her own skin as she chased her peak.

Meanwhile, Daisy was lost in her own world of pleasure on his mouth. His tongue plunged deeper—hot and insistent—fucking her hole like a mini-cock, curling to hit her G-spot from inside. He sucked her clit between his lips every few thrusts, teeth grazing just enough to sting deliciously, then dove back in with his tongue. "Ethan… your mouth… eating me out so good… tongue so deep… ahh!" She shuddered violently, her whole body trembling as she ground down harder, smothering his face with her dripping pussy. Fresh waves of her arousal flooded his mouth—he swallowed greedily, groaning into her folds, the vibrations making her thighs quake. She pinched her own nipples hard—twisting them roughly—adding pain to the pleasure, her screams mixing with Chammy's. "Don't stop… lick my clit… fuck me with your tongue… I'm gonna squirt again… oh god!"

The room echoed with their screams and moans—Daisy and Chammy both losing it, bodies shaking, voices hoarse from the intensity. Ethan's groans were muffled into Daisy's pussy, but they vibrated through both women, heightening everything. He thrust harder into Chammy—his cock slamming deep, balls slapping wetly against her ass—while his tongue delved even deeper into Daisy, lips sucking her folds like he was starving.

Chammy came first—her bounces turning erratic, pussy clamping down like a vice around his cock. "Coming… fuck… yes… on your big cock!" She screamed, body seizing up, squirting hard around his shaft—clear fluid gushing out in pulses, soaking his balls and thighs, dripping down to the sheets. She trembled violently, nails raking his chest, leaving bloody scratches as waves crashed through her.

The feel of Chammy's orgasm—her walls milking him, her screams filling the air—pushed Daisy over the edge again. "Me too… eating my pussy… tongue so deep… ahh!" She shuddered and trembled on his face, grinding down hard as she squirted into his mouth—hot, sweet juices flooding him, dripping down his chin and neck. He swallowed every drop, tongue thrusting relentlessly to draw it out longer, her thighs clamping his head like a vice.

Both women screamed in unison—moans overlapping in a filthy chorus—bodies shaking from the dual climaxes, all because of him. Ethan kept thrusting through Chammy's orgasm, pounding her sensitive walls, while his tongue worked Daisy without mercy.



They collapsed slightly—Daisy slumping forward, still trembling on his face; Chammy slowing her bounces but not stopping, grinding down to feel every inch. But Ethan wasn't done—he flipped them effortlessly, ready to switch and claim them both even harder, his cock still throbbing, aching for release inside their tight, kinky bodies.

Ethan flipped the positions with raw, dominant energy, his ripped body slick with sweat from the intense fucking and eating out. Daisy and Chammy were both trembling messes—bodies flushed, pussies swollen and dripping from their orgasms—but their eyes burned with more hunger, craving whatever he had next. He grabbed Chammy first, pulling her off his cock with a wet pop, her juices stringing from his thick shaft to her stretched lips. She whimpered at the emptiness, but he didn't give her time to complain.

"Get on your stomach, Daisy," he commanded, voice gravelly and thick with lust. "Ass up, face down on the pillow."

Daisy obeyed eagerly, her cute face still blissed out, lips swollen from sucking him earlier. She flipped onto her belly, arching her back like a cat in heat, pushing her juicy ass high in the air. Her perky C-cup tits pressed into the mattress, nipples scraping the sheets, while her thighs spread wide, presenting her glistening pussy—pink folds parted slightly, still leaking from his pounding. A mirror on the opposite wall caught the whole scene perfectly: her flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and parted lips reflecting back, looking like a porn star begging to be used.

"Now you, Chammy," Ethan growled, slapping Daisy's ass cheek hard—leaving a red handprint that made her yelp and wiggle her hips. "Get on top of her. Stack your pussy right over hers. I want you both sandwiched for me."

Chammy's heart-shaped face lit up with filthy excitement. She crawled over Daisy, pressing her toned body flush against her friend's back—perky B-cup tits squishing into Daisy's shoulder blades, hard nipples dragging along her skin. Chammy's long legs tangled with Daisy's, her thighs spreading wide to match, ass arching up so her shaved pussy hovered just above Daisy's. Their slick folds were stacked perfectly—one wet entrance on top of the other, both dripping and clenching, presented like a kinky buffet for his cock. The mirror reflected their stacked bodies beautifully: Daisy's cute, lust-twisted face peeking out from under Chammy's, both sets of eyes locked on his reflection, mouths open in anticipation. Chammy's ass cheeks flexed slightly, her pussy lips parting to show her inner pink, while Daisy's peeked out below, already quivering.

Ethan knelt behind them, his massive cock—thick, veiny, and rock-hard—pointing straight at their stacked pussies like a heat-seeking missile. He could see everything in the mirror: their beautiful faces pressed close, cheeks touching, eyes wide and pleading; their asses arched high, bodies sandwiched in a sweaty, intimate pile; and their pussies—Daisy's fuller lips below, Chammy's tighter ones above—both shining with arousal, ready to be ruined. The sight made his cock twitch hard, a fresh bead of precum dripping from the slit onto the sheets.



"Fuck… look at you two sluts," he rasped, one hand slapping Chammy's ass—hard and sharp—making her jolt and grind down against Daisy. "Stacked like my personal fuck toys. Pussies presented for me to use. I can see your pretty faces in the mirror… begging for my cock."

Daisy moaned first, her voice muffled into the pillow but echoing in the room. "Please… fuck us… take turns… make us your cumsluts…"

Chammy nodded frantically, her ass wiggling. "Yes… pound our pussies… make us squirt all over each other…"

Ethan didn't make them wait. He gripped Chammy's hip with one hand—fingers digging into her firm ass—and lined his fat cockhead up with Daisy's lower pussy first. He teased her entrance, rubbing the slick tip up and down her folds, coating himself in her lingering cum. Then he thrust in—hard and deep—in one brutal stroke.

Daisy screamed into the pillow, her body bucking under Chammy's weight. "Ahh… fuck… so deep… stretching me again…" Her pussy clenched around him like a velvet glove, walls fluttering from the sudden fullness. The position—sandwiched under Chammy—made everything tighter, her ass pressing up against Chammy's pussy above, their slick lips rubbing together with every movement.

Ethan groaned, pulling out slow to feel the drag of her tight walls, then slamming back in—balls-deep, his heavy sack slapping against her clit. He set a punishing rhythm—thrusting hard and fast, his hips smacking her ass with every plunge. The mirror showed it all: Daisy's cute face contorting in pleasure-pain, eyes rolling back, mouth open in silent screams; Chammy's expression above her, biting her lip as she felt the vibrations through Daisy's body.

Ethan reached around—his free hand snaking between their stacked bodies—to pinch Daisy's hard nipple, twisting it roughly while he fucked her. "You like being the bottom slut? Feeling your friend's pussy grind on your ass while I wreck you?"

Daisy nodded wildly, tears of overstimulation pricking her eyes. "Yes… fuck me… harder… make me squirt…"

He pounded her relentlessly—his thick cock dragging over her G-spot with every curved thrust, veins rubbing her sensitive walls. His other hand slapped Chammy's ass in time with his hips—alternating cheeks, leaving red marks that made her moan and grind down harder, their pussies sliding slickly against each other.

Chammy watched in the mirror—her own cute face reflected back, twisted in envy and arousal—reaching down to rub her clit furiously. "Fuck her good… then me… I need that cock too…"

Daisy's orgasm built fast—her body shuddering under Chammy, thighs quaking. "I'm… ahh… coming…" She screamed, pussy clamping down like a vice around his cock, squirting hard in pulsing jets. Clear fluid gushed out around his shaft, soaking the sheets below, splashing up onto Chammy's thighs and pussy above. Daisy trembled violently, her ass bucking, tears streaming down her cheeks as wave after wave crashed through her. "Squirting… so much… on your cock…"

Ethan growled, thrusting through her climax—drawing out every squirt, feeling her walls milk him—before pulling out with a slick pop. Daisy's pussy gaped slightly, dripping and twitching, her squirt pooling on the bed.



Without missing a beat, he shifted up, lining his cock, now shiny with Daisy's cum, against Chammy's upper pussy. "Your turn, slut. Take it."

He thrust in—deeper than before, the angle hitting new spots inside her tighter hole. Chammy wailed, her body jolting forward, face pressing into Daisy's hair. "Oh god… yes… so thick… fucking me on top of her…"

He gripped her hips with both hands now—fingers bruising her skin—and pounded her mercilessly. His hips slammed forward, cock burying balls-deep with every stroke, the force making their sandwiched bodies rock together. Daisy's spent pussy rubbed against Chammy's clit from below, adding filthy friction that made Chammy's eyes cross.

In the mirror, Ethan watched their faces: Daisy's blissed-out recovery, her tongue lolling out as she moaned from the aftershocks; Chammy's cute features screwed up in ecstasy, mouth open in constant screams, tears of pleasure welling up. He reached forward, grabbing a fistful of Chammy's hair and yanking her head back—forcing her to watch herself in the mirror. "Look at your face… getting fucked like a whore on top of your friend… pussy dripping all over her…"

Chammy nodded frantically, her screams turning hoarse. "Yes… pull my hair… fuck me harder… make me your bitch…"

Ethan slapped her ass again—harder, the sound echoing—then reached under to pinch Chammy's clit between thrusts. "Squirt for me… soak your friend below…"

Chammy's orgasm hit like a storm—her body seizing, pussy spasming wildly around his cock. "Coming… ahh… squirting!" She exploded, clear fluid gushing out in forceful sprays, soaking Daisy's ass and pussy below, drenching the sheets in a fresh puddle. Chammy trembled and shook, her thighs quivering, nails clawing the mattress as she rode the waves, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "So much… squirting everywhere… your cock… too good…"

Ethan thrust through it—relentless, drawing out her squirt—feeling her walls pulse and milk him. When she started to collapse, he pulled out—his cock slick and shining with both their cum—and shifted back down to Daisy's pussy.

"Back to you, Daisy," he rasped, slamming in without warning.

Daisy yelped—her sensitive walls stretching again—then moaned deep and filthy. "Yes… fuck me again… use my pussy…"

He alternated like that—fucking Daisy deep and hard for a minute, making her scream and squirt again in a messy gush that soaked Chammy's thighs from below; then switching up to Chammy, pounding her until she squirted hard, her juices raining down onto Daisy's ass and mixing in a kinky puddle. Each switch made them both moan louder—their pussies rubbing slickly together, cum and squirt blending between them.

In the mirror, their faces were a pornographic masterpiece: tears-streaked cheeks, open mouths gasping, eyes locked on each other's reflections as they took turns being wrecked. Ethan slapped asses, pulled hair, pinched clits—adding pain to the pleasure, making them beg for more.

"Fuck… you're both squirting sluts," he groaned, switching back to Daisy mid-thrust. "Pussies stacked for my cock… soaking each other… gonna make you cum until you can't take it…"

They did—squirting again and again, the bedsheets turning into a soaked mess, their screams echoing off the walls. Daisy came twice more in quick succession, her body convulsing under Chammy, squirting so hard it splashed up onto Ethan's abs. Chammy followed each time, her tighter pussy gripping him like a fist, squirting down in hot sprays that made Daisy moan from the warmth.

The kinkiness overwhelmed them—bodies sandwiched, pussies presented and shared, a mirror showing every filthy expression, cum and squirt everywhere. Ethan kept going—thrusting harder, switching faster—until both women were limp, trembling wrecks, begging him to cum inside them next.



Ethan couldn't hold back any longer. The sight of Daisy and Chammy sandwiched together—bodies slick with sweat, asses arched high, pussies stacked and dripping from his relentless pounding—had pushed him to the absolute brink. Their screams still echoed in his ears, their squirt soaking the sheets in massive puddles, mixing with the filthy scent of sex that filled the hotel room: musky arousal, salty cum, and the sweet vanilla of their perfumes now tainted by raw lust. His balls were tight and heavy, aching for release after edging himself through their multiple orgasms, his thick cock throbbing painfully inside Chammy's upper pussy, buried balls-deep in her spasming walls.

"Fuck… you sluts have me so close," he growled, voice rough and animalistic. He slapped Chammy's ass one last time—hard enough to leave a fresh red welt on her golden skin—then pulled out with a slick, obscene squelch. Her pussy gaped slightly, clenching around nothing, a mix of her squirt and his precum drooling out onto Daisy's lower pussy below. Both women whimpered at the loss, their stacked bodies trembling, asses jiggling from the aftershocks.

He knelt higher behind them, fisting his massive cock at the base—nine inches of veiny, cum-slick meat, shiny from their combined juices. The head was swollen dark purple, the slit leaking a steady stream of precum that dripped onto Chammy's ass crack, sliding down to pool between their stacked pussies. In the mirror, he watched their beautiful faces—Daisy's doe eyes half-lidded and teary, Chammy's plump lips parted in a desperate plea—begging him without words.

"Turn over," he commanded, slapping Daisy's thigh. "On your backs. I want to cover you both in my cum… mark you like the filthy idols you are."

They moved weakly but eagerly—bodies exhausted from the squirting orgasms, but driven by kink-fueled need. Daisy flipped first, lying flat on her back, her full C-cup tits heaving with every pant, hard dark-pink nipples pointing straight up like cum targets. Chammy rolled beside her, their bodies pressing close—thighs intertwined, arms wrapping around each other in a sweaty embrace. Their pussies were red and swollen, still leaking squirt, clits throbbing visibly. Chammy's perky B-cups bounced as she settled, her lighter-pink nipples begging for his load. They hugged tightly, faces inches apart, cute features wrecked: makeup smudged, tears streaking their cheeks, lips swollen from sucking him earlier.

In the mirror, the view was pornographic perfection—two stunning ex-Momoland idols, naked and spent, hugging like lovers while presenting their bodies for his cum. Daisy reached down, spreading her pussy lips open with two fingers, showing her pink inner walls still twitching. Chammy did the same, rubbing her clit slowly, their free hands intertwining as they stared up at him.

"Cum on us… please," Daisy begged, voice hoarse from screaming. "Cover our tits… our faces… our pussies… make us your cumsluts…"

Chammy nodded frantically, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Shoot it everywhere… we want to feel it hot and thick… dripping off us…"



Ethan stroked himself faster—hand pumping his slick shaft in rough, twisting pulls—his abs flexing, veins bulging on his forearms. The kink of it all fueled him: these famous women, role models to millions, reduced to begging for his load like porn stars, their bodies marked by his handprints, scratches, and their own squirt. He aimed his cock like a hose, the head flaring as the pressure built.

"I'm gonna paint you both… fuck… here it comes…"

The first spurt exploded out—thick, hot, and powerful—like a rope of white cream shooting from his slit. It landed across Daisy's full tits first, splattering from one hard nipple to the other, a long sticky strand bridging her cleavage. She moaned loud, arching her back to catch more, the warmth making her shiver. The cum was copious—milky white, thick as glue—dripping slowly down the curves of her breasts, pooling in her navel.

He aimed the second blast at Chammy—pumping his shaft harder—and it hit her perky tits with a wet splat, covering her lighter-pink nipples completely, one glob hanging off the tip like a pearl. She gasped, her body jolting, the heat seeping into her skin. "Yes… cum on my tits… so hot…"

Ethan groaned deep and animalistic, stroking faster—his hand a blur—as spurt after spurt erupted. The third rope flew higher, landing on Daisy's cute face—splattering across her cheek and full pouty lips, a thick glob dripping into her open mouth. She licked it greedily, moaning at the salty, musky taste—bitter and thick, coating her tongue like cream. "Mmm… tastes so good… more on my face…"

Chammy leaned in, kissing Daisy's cum-smeared lips—tongues tangling in a kinky, open-mouthed kiss—sharing his load while the fourth spurt hit Chammy's face, painting her heart-shaped features from forehead to chin. A strand hung from her eyelash, dripping down as she pulled back, licking her lips. "Fuck… your cum… everywhere… so messy…"

He kept pumping—his balls emptying in endless pulses—the fifth and sixth ropes arcing lower, splattering their flat stomachs and toned abs, pooling in the dips of their muscles, running down toward their spread pussies. Ethan aimed deliberately now—seventh spurt hitting Daisy's swollen clit directly, making her jolt and moan as the hot cum mixed with her squirt, dripping into her folds. "Ahh… cum on my pussy… feels so dirty…"

Eighth for Chammy—splashing right on her entrance, coating her pink lips, a glob sliding inside her still-gaping hole. She shuddered, reaching down to rub it in—fingers circling her clit with his sticky load, the kink making her whimper. "Yes… mark my pussy… fill me with your cum…"

More came—ninth, tenth—ropes landing on their thighs, splattering their intertwined legs, dripping down to soak the sheets further. He aimed one at their hugging arms, another at Daisy's neck like a pearl necklace, the cum running down her collarbone. Chammy got one across her ass cheek as she shifted slightly, the white contrasting her golden skin.

The final spurts were weaker but still thick—dribbling from his slit as he milked himself dry, shaking the last drops onto their bodies. He stepped back slightly, admiring the mess: two beautiful ex-idols, hugging tightly, covered head to toe in his cum. Thick white ropes crisscrossed their tits—Daisy's fuller breasts heaving with globs dripping off her nipples, Chammy's perky ones shiny and sticky. Their faces were painted—cum on cheeks, lips, chins, even in their hair—making them look like glazed porn stars. Stomachs and abs glistened with pools, pussies smeared and dripping, thighs streaked in white trails. The sheets were ruined—wet spots from squirt now mixed with his load, the room reeking of cum and sex.



Daisy and Chammy hugged closer—bodies pressing together, cum squishing between their tits and stomachs in a filthy, slippery mess. They kissed again—slow and deep—tongues swapping his taste, moaning softly as the overstimulation hit its peak. Their eyes fluttered, bodies going limp from the endless orgasms and rough use. Daisy blacked out first—head lolling to the side, a soft sigh escaping her cum-smeared lips, her arms still wrapped around Chammy. Chammy followed seconds later—eyes rolling back, a final shudder running through her as she collapsed fully onto Daisy, their cum-covered bodies entwined in a exhausted heap.

They lay there—blacked out from pure pleasure—hugging tightly, his cum cooling on their skin, dripping everywhere: from faces to tits, stomachs to pussies, pooling between their pressed thighs. Strands connected their bodies like sticky webs, the mirror reflecting the kinky aftermath: two famous women, marked and claimed, lost in post-orgasmic bliss.

Ethan stood there for a moment, panting, his softening cock still twitching, dripping the last remnants onto the floor. He smirked at the sight—pride swelling in his chest at the mess he'd left these idols in. Quietly, he dressed—pulling on his boxer briefs over his spent cock, then his jeans, feeling the fabric stick slightly from the sweat and cum smears. He slipped his polo shirt over his head, the scratches on his chest stinging deliciously as a reminder. He grabbed his massage bag, slinging it over his shoulder, taking one last look at them in the mirror: Daisy and Chammy, blacked out and hugging, bodies a canvas of his cum—faces glazed, tits coated, pussies marked, asses streaked.



With a satisfied grin, he slipped out the door, leaving them in their cum-soaked haze, the room silent except for their soft, unconscious breaths. The door clicked shut behind him, and he walked away, already replaying the kinkiest night of his life in his head.

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