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Peach withdrew his pale supple hands away from the worshipping goddesses kneeling either side of him. He pulled away from their wet lips and strut over to the coffee table, placing one leg up on the surface he turned back to the Mascha and Dasha, their eyes fixed on Peaches slender frame.

“Now if these two boys are as cute as you say, you’ll want to make sure they stick around right?.” Peach pushed his raised leg down and launched himself up onto the table, spinning to face the wide-eyed, throbbing futas.

“Show them just how cute you think they are.” Peach widened his stance on the table, maximising the view of his inner thighs as his cock stood upright between them. He ran his hand up from his knee and along his thigh. Peach brushed his knuckles along his taut sack and along the underside of his shaft, leaving his cute member bouncing ever so slightly.

Peach not so subtle invitation was quickly accepted as Mascha and Dasha rose from their knees and quickly closed the gap between themselves and Peach. Even standing on the coffee table Peach’s eye line barely reached Mascha and Dasha’s ebony lips.

“I find that when you focus on pleasuring someone else” Peach placed a hand on each of the strong futas shoulders, prying their eyes from Peaches body and fixing their attention to his piercing blue eyes. “They are all the more eager to return the favour.” Applying the faint amount of pressure Peach gently guided them to rest their muscular rears on the table.

Mascha and Dasha looked down from Peach and locked eyes with one another, their gaze with each other disrupted by the hypnotic bouncing on Peach's hard still dripping cock.

Mascha licked her lips as the head of Peaches cock grew closer, her mouth beckoned by the rhythmic pulsation. At the same time, Dasha’s attention was absorbed in the firm ball sack still closely nestled between Peaches shaft and taint.

“So I should..” Mascha’s breathed heavily between her words. “put it in my mouth..” 

“Well obviously!” interjected Dasha as she buried Peaches sack in the mouth “Mmmough” 

The forceful contact with Peach's balls pushed the head of his cock past the Mascha’s empty lips. The sound of wet sucking and slurping was almost as loud as the moans of all three participants.

“That’s it ladies” moaned Peach as he began to run his fingers through Dashas thick dreads and Maschas silky locks. “Make sure to get yourselves comfortable, don’t wanna cramp up before the main event now do we..”

The two firm, chiselled bodies shifted as those words reached their ears, Dasha bringing herself further in front of her precious orbs of worship which Mascha adjusted herself more behind and over her prey. Engrossed in the sensation of two sets of lips sucking at both ends of his meat Peach didn’t notice his weight lessen on his heels. Before he realised the two Amazonian futa’s had scooped him up upon their shoulders. Using their heads to keep from falling backwards Peach gripped the two sources of suction. Mascha and Dasha slowly grew closer to one another as if trying to kiss Peach’s body.

Below him, Peach spied the long onyx rods, dense as before and still leaking but less now. “Remember what I said about being eager to return the favour… why don’t I show you two what I can do upside down.”