Emily Olives and Amber Wilshire kissed each other as they walked up the room. They swore they could hear people fucking, and they wanted in.

The girls carried a bottle of wine with them they put on some make-up in the bathroom.

“I can’t wait to see them fucking!” Emily said excitedly, as she broke the kiss. They arrived at the door but Amber stopped short.

“Hold on, appearance check.” She said. Emily brushed down Amber’s long, straight, platinum blonde hair and lowered her already tight corset dress; it made her C-cup breasts pop out more and her curves seem curvier.

Amber ruffled Emily’s pixie cut red hair and lowered her tight sundress.

There; perfect sluts.

The two smiled and opened the door. The couple fucking stopped and looked in their direction. Emily and Amber grabbed hands and smiled.

“Well you guys sure are loud.” Amber said.

“We-Well…” The girl tried to say.

“Stop.” Emily said.

“It’s okay. We came to join you.” Amber said, closing the door and locking it this time. Amber & Emily began to strip down and they enjoyed the couple’s nervous stares.

“My name’s Amber, and that’s Emily.” Amber said, pointing to each other.

Michael felt his cock stiffen again at the sight of these girls.

The Amber girl has very tan skin and looked like she spent her summers working out and bathing in the sun. Her straight, platinum blonde hair looked like a waterfall cascading down on her breasts and her brown eyes made her look like a girl next door. Her C-cu breasts were perky and although she wasn’t that curvy, she was still hot.
Emily, on the other hand, was the complete opposite; she had pixie cut red hair and pale skin with freckles scattered about. Her eyes were the same color as Millie’s except a little bit darker. She was skinnier, with little to no curves and A-cup breasts, but she managed to make it look hot.

Amber sauntered over to Michael as Millie moved over next to him. Amber slowly (and agonizingly) straddled him and began to rock her hips back and forth.

“You like that dirty boy? Wanna know something? I’m a slut.” She whispered in his ear. His breathing was rapid and Amber laughed, grasping his cock in her hands. She slowly moved her soft hands up and down his meat, her breasts swinging as she did this. Michael loved the feel of Amber’s hands around his cock, maybe even more than Millie. After all, Amber made Millie look like Mother Teresa.

Emily, on the other hand, pushed Millie on the bed and sat on his hips.

“I love your pretty titties. I don’t have really big ones, so I’d love to play with yours.” Emily said seductively.

“Then do it.” Millie replied, grinning.

Emily crashed her lips against Millie’s and used her fingers to massage Millie’s breasts.