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Dasha knocked on Peach’s front door but before she could knock a third time a familiar voice beckoned from the other side.

“Come on in girls, it's unlocked.” Peach’s voice had a sultrier tone than when at school.

Dasha opened the door, letting Mascha venture in first.

“Thank you again so much for this Peach” Mascha spoke as she walked down the corridor.

“Yeah, we REALLY appreciate it Peach!” followed Dasha

The two dark futa entered the living room, the coffee table strewn with Meryl’s fitness magazines and Peach’s empty energy drink cans were the last thing the girls were concerned with as they both locked eyes with a naked Peach. Standing confidently in the middle of the room with nothing on but a thin silk clack choker, Peach lustfully eyes his two futa guests up and down.

In return, Mascha and Dasha’s eyes raced feverously over Peach’s soft and supple body. Mascha’s attention was drawn to his puffy nipples and Dasha’s focus was fixed on his full lips.

“Mom is working late and who knows where April is,” Peach said reassuringly as the wandering eyes stiffened his pecker. “So take off your clothes and I’ll-“

Mascha dropped her skirt revealing the exposed and growing member underneath as she began pulling off her top. Dasha had unzipped her hoodie and struggled to loosen her tight track short, the thick futa cock proving quite the obstacle.

“I told you your shorts were too tight Dasha.” Mascha said watching her sister struggle.

“oh, zip it.” Growled Dasha in reply

The sisters were so side-tracked undressing that Peach slipped right in between them without them noticing.

“There’s no rush Dasha” Peach’s hand grasped Mascha’s and brought it to rest on his chest just as Dasha freed her girth.

“We’re going to take out sweet, sweet time ladies,” Peach ran his fingers through Mascha’s hair as he reached up to Dasha’s face with his other hand, beckoning her down to his level the Amazonian futa dropped to her knees.

Peach’s plump lips opened as he slipped his soft tongue out inviting Dasha to embrace him. As if to mimic the object of her affection Mascha brought her mouth down around peaches nipple and ran her tongue around his puffy button. Dasha began to joust with Peach’s tongue exploring every taste it had to offer.

Mascha and Dasha’s heavy balls pulsed as their lengthy cock began to rise, Dasha’s head sliding up Mascha’s shaft before smacking into the bottom of Peach’s member. Nestling his balls on either side of her rod. The room filled with the sound of wet lips and slick tongues sucking and slurping. 

Through the panting and moaning from the twins, Peach’s words broke through. “Make sure to take your time, show those boys how excited they make you.”

 Peach's words are broken by Dasha’s strong lips covering his tongue. Her moan echoes in Peach’s mouth as her throbbing cock begins to leak. Mascha gently gnaws on Peach eliciting cute lust-filled squeaks from Peach. Mascha’s cock starts to bounce with each nibble, thick strands of pre cum beginning to whip beneath her. Peach glances down at the sight of three pulsing and shifting cocks leaving streams of liquid on his mother's good Persian rug.

“Now that everybody is warmed up, we can shift our attention elsewhere...”