We can’t stop imagining what happens the second we turn off the water, dry each other off with those big fluffy towels, and tumble straight into the bedroom. Peter and I want you to know exactly how we’d take care of you once we’ve got you stretched out on our king-sized bed, still damp and glowing from the steam. You’d be right in the middle again, consenting to every single thing we crave, and I’d be the one calling the shots because watching my two gorgeous men lose themselves under my direction makes me absolutely soaked.

We’d start with a full-body massage. Peter and I would pour warm oil into our palms and work it slowly into your skin—my soft, feminine hands gliding over your shoulders and down your back, kneading every tight muscle while Peter’s stronger ones press into your thighs and calves. I’d straddle your lower back for a moment, letting my bare, slick pussy brush against you as I lean forward, my full breasts pressing into your shoulders while I whisper how good you feel. We’d flip you onto your back so we can share your cock again, just like in the shower. I’d crawl between your legs first, taking you deep into my warm, wet mouth, swirling my tongue around that thick head while Peter kisses you and strokes your balls. Then we’d trade—Peter sucking you down with those long, hungry strokes while I lean in to kiss you, my nipples hard against your chest, tasting myself on your tongue from where I’d been grinding on your thigh.

But I want more control. I’d straddle your face, lowering my dripping pussy right onto your eager tongue while I face Peter. You’d feel my soft thighs squeezing your cheeks, my smooth, shaved lips parting as your tongue flicks my swollen clit and laps up every drop of my arousal. I’d lean forward, threading my fingers into Peter’s hair, guiding his head up and down on your cock—setting the exact rhythm I want, slow and deep at first, then faster, watching your shaft disappear between his lips while you moan right into my pussy. The vibrations from your groans would make my hips rock harder against your mouth, my juices coating your chin as I tell you both how fucking hot you look.

Then I’d switch things up, because I love directing you two together. “On all fours, baby,†I’d purr to you, patting the bed. You’d get into position, ass up, and I’d have Peter kneel behind you. “Rim him for me, Peter—lick his tight little hole nice and slow.†I’d watch, fingers circling my own clit, as Peter’s tongue circles your rim, then dives in, tasting you while you push back against his face. I’d play with myself right there, getting my fingers slick with my pussy juice, then reach down and wipe it across your ass and taint for Peter to lick up—mixing my sweet, feminine taste with yours so he’s devouring both of us at once. Your moans would be so desperate, and I’d be smiling, thighs trembling from how turned on I am.

When you’re nice and open and begging, I’d grab the lube, warm it in my hands, and guide Peter’s hard cock to your hole. I’d watch every inch slide in—slow, steady—until he’s buried balls-deep inside you, that masculine groan escaping his lips as you clench around him. I’d shuffle underneath you on my back, spreading my legs wide so your face drops right to my pussy. “Lick me while he fucks you,†I’d command, and Peter would start those long, slow thrusts, rocking you forward so your tongue fucks my clit in time with his cock stretching your ass. I’d feel every thrust through your body, my breasts bouncing as I grip your hair and grind against your mouth.

But I need to be filled too. I’d pull you both up and demand it: “I want both your cocks inside my pussy—right now.†I’d lie back, legs splayed, my slick folds glistening and ready. You and Peter would kneel between my thighs, cocks hard and throbbing, pressing together at the tips. I’d reach down and guide you both in at once—feeling those two thick shafts rubbing side by side, the hot, velvety skin of your cocks sliding against each other inside my tight, wet heat. God, the friction… your male skin gliding together, veins pulsing against one another as you thrust in deep, stretching me so full I can barely breathe. I’d feel every inch of you both, pressed tight, balls slapping my ass while your cocks rub and grind inside me. I’d be moaning so loud, my walls fluttering around you, and when I finally come—clenching hard around both of you, my pussy milking you with these deep, rhythmic spasms—you and Peter would lose it. I’d feel you both explode at the same time, thick ropes of cum flooding me, mixing together and leaking out around your pressed-together shafts, dripping down my ass in warm, creamy streams.

We wouldn’t stop there. I’d push you gently onto your back, Patrick, and straddle your face again so you can clean up my messy pussy with that perfect tongue—licking every drop of our combined cum out of me while I shiver and moan. At the same time, Peter would take your spent cock into his mouth, sucking and licking off all the juices—mine, his, yours—until you’re twitching and clean. I’d just sit there watching, smiling down at my two beautiful men, fingers lazily playing with my nipples, feeling completely satisfied and already thinking about round two.