The second their lips meet your cock, the air gets thick with the sounds—glossy smacks, slick murmurs, and the kind of wet noise that makes your spine curl. Alice’s cream-blonde waves tumble everywhere as she practically dives onto your dick, her thick lips *plushhh*-ing against the base, a line of spit already stringing from her chin.

"Mmhfuck, you taste great~.." she purrs, her tongue dragging a slooow, sllrrp stripe up your shaft—teasing the vein on the underside with the tip of her tongue before swirling around the head, schliiick, like she’s savoring candy.

Belle’s delicate fingers tremble as they curl around what Alice hasn’t claimed, her small mouth pressing kitten-licks to your skin—mwah mwah mwah—each one featherlight, like she’s scared to bruise you. "You’re... so warm..." she breathes out, her pink lips leaving glistening patches wherever they graze.

Alice isn’t having any of that gentle crap though. Her tongue thwrrps against your slit, bold and messy before she takes half your length in one go, her cheeks hollowing shhhllck as she sucks hard enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids.

Belle whimpers, watching Alice gobble you down like a starved thing—her own lips parting around the tip, tongue flicking shlip over the sensitive spot just beneath. "A-Alice, not so fast...!"

Alice pops off with a ploooorp, a strand of spit connecting her lower lip to your cock. "Mmm, what’s wrong~? Can’t handle how good he is~?" Her fingers knead your balls, thumb rubbing circles smek smek while she grins up at you, lashes fluttering.

Belle’s face burns at the taunt, but she doesn’t pull away—just leans in closer, her breath huuhh-ing against the wet mess Alice left behind. She presses a timid kiss to your length, tongue darting out with a fwip to catch the pre beading at your tip. "I-I just... want to be careful..."

Alice pfft-s, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "Careful’s boring, Belle~" She doesn’t wait, ducking back down to shlorrrk her lips around you, throat working in greedy gulps—her nose nudges your pelvis while her tits spill from her tank top, swaying jiggle jiggle with every bob.

Belle’s shy fingers trail where her mouth can’t reach, fingertips skritch-ing lightly over your shaft, her other hand cupping your balls with a squish of warm palm. When she finally parts her lips around your crown again, it’s with a helpless little mmh~, tongue swwwrl-ing in tight circles.

Alice watches through her lashes, moaning mmmMMFF around your cock when Belle joins her—their lips brushing schmack as they both work you, spit mixing in splshh-y slides.

Belle whines, cheeks stuffed now, the hnn? hnn? of her muffled noises vibrating straight down your dick. Alice just hums, slooower, dragging her tongue up your underside like she’s licking frosting.

The sounds are filthy—gllk splurt schliiick—a symphony of their worship. Alice flips a page with one hand, the other balancing her wineglass lazily between her fingers—red liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim as she lets out this breathy sigh. "Ughh... working again today, Belle? You’re kiiilling me with this responsible little act." She rolls her head back against the couch cushions, her messy waves spilling everywhere like a golden waterfall.

Belle smooths her skirt over her thighs, delicate hands fidgeting with the fabric. "It’s not an act... Some of us like having money, Alice." Her voice comes out soft but firm, the way it does when she’s trying not to sound judgmental (and failing miserably).

The wineglass clinks as Alice sets it down, stretching her arms above her head with a dramatic arch of her back—tits pushing against the thin fabric of her tank top, all plush and begging to be looked at. "Pfft, money’s so basic," she drawls, waving her hand like she’s shooing away a fly. "Why grind away when Mom covers rent? And we get to laze around looking gorgeous all day~" She wiggles her toes, her bare legs sprawling wider on the couch.

Belle’s grip tightens around the armrests of her chair, lips pursed. "You can’t just—just rely on them forever. Dad already—" She cuts herself off, throat bobbing like she swallowed something bitter.

Alice snorts, flipping another page with way more force than necessary. "Ohoho, careful, little sis—you’re starting to sound real fun today." She peeks over the edge of the book, eyes glinting. "What’s next? Gonna scold me for drinking before noon too?"