Lily pushed Tristan's legs apart and moved between them, laying back against him with her arm around his neck and her leg over his hip.
She smiled at Seraphina, who lay behind her, Tristan's hand moving to Lily's side as he slid down and pressed her own body to his.
"You're already so hard," Lily breathed as her tongue flicked out from her mouth to flick along his jaw line. "Just the way we like it."
She looked up into Tristan's face for confirmation as her head bobbed down.
Lyla let her hands wander, tracing lines on his stomach with a featherlight touch before sliding them lower, finding his balls as her mouth closed around them.
Tristan groaned, closing his eyes as he felt Lily's breath on his cock. The feeling of Lyla's tongue on him sent waves of heat through his body that made him shiver, his mind on a loop from the combination of sensations.