Hayley giggles softly and brushes her fingers through your hair, teasing you even more. "We're just so horny, Steve," she whispers in your ear. "And we want you... bad." Francine nods emphatically, grinding her hips against yours as she moans into your neck.

Their combined scent fills your nostrils, making it difficult to think straight. You can feel their desire for you, and the need for release growing stronger by the second.

You lose control as you thrust into Francine, taking her roughly and relieving the tension that's been building inside you for far too long. Her moans fill the room, spurring you on even further. As she bucks her hips against yours in rhythm, Hayley climbs onto the couch behind you, straddling your lap so that her breasts graze against your neck and chin as she grinds against your erection through your pants.

"Oh God, Steve,"

As you lay on top of Francine, your eyes shifting to meet Hayley's, you see her eyes darting around as if she's assessing you for something. You smile wickedly and gently tug Francine up so that you can fuck her from behind. Francine moans in pleasure, and you watch as Hayley's fingers scrape across her pussy lips, leading to another orgasm.

"Mmm, yes... just like that, Daddy," Francine coos, her eyes glazed over with lust as Hayley's tongue delves deeper into her slick folds. "Make my little girl work for it... show her how a real woman gets fucked." She reaches up to grip Hayley's hair, guiding her movements as she feasts on her cunt.