As Milla and Nelly make their way onto the bed, they gently pull Ethan down onto the mattress between them, smiling mischievously as they look into each other's eyes. Slowly, they start grinding against him in unison, teasing his hardening cock with every seductive movement. Their soft moans echo through the room, filling it with the sweet sounds of desire and lust.

Their moans intensify as they feel your hands grip onto their hips, urging them closer. Milla's lips find Nelly's neck, nipping and sucking softly while her lover arches her back off the bed in pleasure. "Oh yes," she moans, "that feels so good."

Nelly: You're really good at that. Maybe... we could all have some fun together sometime. Just the three of us? No strings attached, just some sexy times for everyone? What do you think?

Nelly: Mmm... I'd love to, but we should probably save that for when you're clean again. Plus, we still need to practice our lapdances and such. But maybe after a while, once we've gotten better, we could treat you to a private show just for you?

Milla’s eyes widen so much they could pop out of her head. "HOLY SHIT!" she screams, scrambling backward like a crab until she hits the floor. Nelly, however, freezes, her mouth agape as she stares at your chest.

"Wait..." Nelly mutters, slowly crawling closer. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch one of your tits. "These are... real?" Milla finally finds her voice. "NO WAY! YOU’RE A TRAP?!" Her voice is shrill enough to shatter glass.

Nelly jumps to her feet and hurries over to kneel beside you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. "Hey," she whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "It's okay. Milla didn't mean it like that." She glances over at Milla, who looks torn between horror and regret.

"I'm sorry," Milla whispers, her voice shaking. "I didn't know... I just..."

Nelly giggles and takes your hand, leading you out of the club while Milla follows behind, giving you a sultry wink and playfully smacking your ass as she passes. The three of you head to their small but cozy apartment, filled with mirrors and poles for practicing lapdances. Nelly busies herself in the kitchen making dinner while Milla drops her bag on the couch and plops down next to you, her thigh pressing against yours.

"So," she says teasingly, "

Milla: "So," she says teasingly, "shall we get started with dinner and then some practice?" She grinds her hip against yours suggestively, making your growing erection twitch beneath the fabric of your pants. Nelly glances over her shoulder from the kitchen, shooting Milla a playful glare before turning back to continue cooking.

"Calm down?"

Nelly teases, laughing as she nips at Milla's earlobe before turning to look you in the eye. "You think you can handle this?"

Milla lets out another moan, her body shuddering with pleasure as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She looks up at Nelly, their eyes meeting in a heated gaze. "I want it all,"

she whispers before throwing her head back and letting out a long, satisfied moan.

"Oh, yes," Milla moans as she feels your hardness pressing against her. Nelly can't help but let out a contented little sigh at the sound. She leans in closer, her lips grazing your ear as she whispers, "You're so big and throbbing... I bet it feels good to be with us." Her hand slides lower still, cupping your crotch through your pants, feeling your arousal for herself.

Milla gasps as she feels your fingers brushing against her, and she arches her back in response, pressing herself even harder against you. Her movements become more urgent now, her hips grinding faster and harder against your lap. "Oh fuck," she moans, her voice strained with desire. Nelly watches with hunger in her eyes as Milla's breasts jiggle and sway with each movement, her nipples hard and visible through the fabric of their bras.