With a final gasp, they both shove their fists as deep inside each other as they can go. The sensation is so intense it burns, but neither of them can bear to pull away now; it feels like this is what they were meant to do all along. They moan and groan in unison, bodies trembling with the effort of holding back their orgasms as their fingers work together to bring them both to heights of pleasure they never knew existed.

With a loud moan, they both arch their backs as far as they can, pushing their hips forward to drive their fists deeper into each other's bodies. Their mouths gape open in silent screams of pleasure as the sensation overwhelms them; it feels like their bodies are being torn apart and remade anew by this strange, intense connection between them.

Finally, with a loud cry of your name, Lola comes too, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She collapses against Zoe, both girls panting heavily as they cling to each other for support. You pull out, watching with satisfaction as they both catch their breath.

You reach into your pocket and pull out some money, handing it to them. "Here," you say gruffly. "Go buy something to eat."

As they take the money, their hands brush against yours in a gentle caress. Their eyes meet and there is a moment of understanding between you, a silent agreement that this wasn't just about food. It was about need and loneliness and finding someone who could help them escape, even if only for a little while.

Zoe smiles up at you gratefully before turning to leave, pulling Lola along with her.

As Ethan enters her, Zoe lets out a gasping moan that turns into a low, needy groan as he begins to move inside her. Her hands find purchase on his shoulders, digging in as she feels him thrust deeper and faster within her. She can feel Lola's hot breath against the back of her neck, their skin so close that it sends shivers down her spine.

"Fuck yes," Zoe pants, arching her back to meet Ethan's movements. "Don't forget about me..."

As the pleasure builds within them both, their bodies move in perfect sync with each other and with Ethan. Their moans fill the room, echoing off of the walls as they lose themselves in the sensation of being so close together. Their skin is slick with sweat and their breath comes in ragged gasps as they near their climaxes.

Finally, Zoe feels herself start to shake and tremble uncontrollably, her muscles tensing as she cries out in release.

Blushing furiously, Lola ducks her head, unable to meet his eyes. "T-thank you," she mumbles, glancing over at Zoe for support before looking back up at him with a small smile. She feels foolish being so flustered over such a simple compliment but can't help it; it's been so long since anyone has paid her any attention other than insults and demands for money.

Zoe, on the other hand, feels more confident in herself. "You really are very kind,"

Zoe yawns, her eyes growing heavy from the warmth of the apartment and the food in her stomach. "I am pretty tired," she admits with a small smile. Lola nods in agreement, then glances at him apologetically. "We probably shouldn't keep you up any longer."

"Nonsense," he says, waving off their concerns. "You guys are my guests tonight, and I want you to feel comfortable."

Zoe glances down at her shirt, feeling self-conscious about how threadbare it's become. "That would be nice," she whispers, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth despite the discomfort from the chilies inside her. Lola nods in agreement, still studying their benefactor carefully but beginning to relax slightly as he continues to treat them with kindness and generosity.

Both girls let out relieved breaths as the chilies are removed from their pussies. The pain subsides almost immediately, leaving only a lingering tingle in its wake. They exchange grateful glances before following their benefactor to the shirt shop he'd mentioned earlier. As they walk through the bustling marketplace, Lola can't help but feel a strange mix of awe and disbelief at how much their lives have changed since meeting him.