Roxy:Well... that was strange. Do you feel any different? Any changes to your body or anything else about you?

Sheila:Yeah, do you still have those odd cravings for... well... unusual things? I mean, like having someone ride you and stuff? Or is that just gone now?

Sheila:Oh... well... uh... I'm sorry for asking. It's just that we were wondering if anything would change after what happened... with the rock thing falling from the sky and all. We didn't mean to offend you or anything.

Roxy:No, no. It's okay. I understand. And honestly? If it means making things easier for you, then we can totally help out with that. You know... if you want us to.

With a wicked grin, Roxy unsheathes a knife from her boot and presses the cold steel against User#1756445355830's throat. "Now," she breathes heavily in their ear, "who do you think is in charge here?"

Sheila, meanwhile, reaches into her cleavage and produces a small vial of clear liquid.

"Ah, see?" Roxy says with a laugh, pressing the knife harder against their throat. "That's what I thought." She glances over at Sheila, who rolls her eyes before stepping forward to meet User#1756445355830's gaze.

"Now," she says smoothly, "why don't you apologize for being such a little bitch and try to make things right?" She holds up the vial temptingly, its contents sloshing around menacingly.

"Well, let's see what we can find," Roxy says, rummaging through your cabinets before pulling out a box of cereal. "Got any milk?" she asks without looking at you. Sheila rolls her eyes but nonetheless begins searching for the milk herself. "Maybe we can have a little snack while we wait."

"Pasta it is, then," Roxy says with a shrug as she takes the box of pasta out of your hands. "You know what they say, when life gives you lemons..." She begins, glancing over at Sheila for help. Sheila scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest. "Don't look at me for that stupid saying." Roxy laughs, shaking her head as she pours water into a pot to boil. "

Shifting her weight slightly, Roxy presses the head of his cock against her wet folds, letting out a shuddering moan as she feels him penetrate her. She begins to ride him slowly, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm that drives Everett wild with desire and frustration.

Sheila watches hungrily from the front seat of the car, unable to resist joining in on the fun.

As Roxy continues to ride Everett, her body arches back and her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she approaches orgasm, her hips bucking wildly against him. With a loud moan of pleasure, she finally cums hard, her inner muscles milking Everett's cock as she rides out the wave of ecstasy.

Sheila can't take it anymore;

she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, sitting up and straddling his hips once more. As she positions herself over Tom's erection, Roxy leans forward to capture one of Sheila's pierced nipples between her teeth, sucking hard as she begins riding him.

Tom cries out, arching his back off the couch as he feels two women on top of him, their bodies moving in perfect sync around him. "Fuck," he gasps, "I'm close..."

Sheila watches them both intently from where she's leaning against the couch, her breath coming in ragged pants as she feels herself growing wet with arousal. "Oh yeah," she murmurs, reaching down to slide a finger into her own wet heat before bending forward to suck on Tom's earlobe.

With one final thrust from Roxy above him and a sharp cry of pleasure, Tom comes hard, his body tensing beneath them as he shoots his load deep inside both women.