Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

Their hands traced every inch: the broad expanse of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the powerful lines of his arms and shoulders.

Stan was living the dream, every touch was slow, deliberate, full of love and lingering desire. They kissed him often, Sophie pressing soft kisses to his jaw and collarbone, Maya nipping playfully at his ear while she worked.

Eventually their hands converged lower.

Maya’s sponge dropped away first. She reached beneath the water and wrapped her soft fingers around the base of his cock, which had already begun to harden from their attention.

Sophie’s hand joined her a moment later, sliding up to encircle the thick shaft just below the head.

Together they stroked him, slow, coordinated movements in the warm, soapy water. The pleasure was immense...

”Fuck...” Stan groaned, hips twitching involuntarily. The water made everything incredibly slick.

Their hands moved in perfect rhythm, Maya stroking firmly from base to middle while Sophie twisted gently around the sensitive head, her thumb brushing over the slit on every upstroke.

The contrast of their grips, one slightly tighter and more insistent, the other softer and more teasing, drove him wild.

Sophie leaned in and kissed him deeply, swallowing his next groan.

”We want you to feel good one more time before you go,” she whispered against his lips. ”Let us take care of you, baby.”

Maya’s free hand cupped his balls gently beneath the water, rolling them as she pumped him. ”You were so good to us last night... filling us both so full. Now it’s our turn to make you feel amazing.”

Her voice was husky, full of affection and heat. She kissed his shoulder, then bit down lightly as she increased the pace of her strokes.

Stan’s breathing grew heavier. The water sloshed gently around them with every movement of their hands.

His cock throbbed between their palms, thick, hot, and rock-hard now, the veins standing out as they worked him expertly.

Sophie’s fingers focused on the head, circling and squeezing just right, while Maya’s stronger grip stroked the shaft in long, firm pulls.

Occasionally their fingers brushed each other under the water, but all their focus stayed on him.

”You feel so good in our hands,” Sophie breathed, watching his face with loving intensity. ”So thick... so hard for us.”

Maya nodded, her strokes twisting slightly on the upstroke. ”We’re going to miss this while you’re gone. Miss feeling you throb like this.”

She watched him lean across to kiss Sophie’s cheek quickly, smooth and affectionate, then she fletched him a smile, leaned herself then captured his mouth in a deep kiss while her hand never stopped moving.

The pleasure built steadily, the warm water and their coordinated hands pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Stan’s hands gripped the edges of the tub, muscles flexing as he fought to hold back. His groans echoed softly in the steamy bathroom.

When he finally came, it was with a deep, guttural groan. His cock pulsed hard between their hands, thick ropes of cum shooting into the water in powerful spurts.

Both women kept stroking him gently through it, murmuring soft praises, ”That’s it, baby... let it out... we’ve got you”, as they milked every last drop from him.

They stayed in the tub a little longer after, rinsing him tenderly, kissing his face and shoulders while he caught his breath.

The emotions in the room were thick, love, reluctance to let him go, and the sweet ache of temporary parting.

....

Eventually Maya rose first, water cascading down her voluptuous curves. Steam curled lazily around her as she extended a hand toward Stan, her eyes soft with affection and quiet longing.

”Shower next,” she said, her voice a gentle murmur laced with promise. ”We’re not done spoiling you yet. Not even close.”

Sophie stood as well, taking Stan’s other hand. Together they guided him from the tub into the spacious glass shower.

The multiple rainfall heads came to life with a soft hiss, enveloping them in a warm, cascading veil of water that felt like a tender embrace.

Stan stepped under the central stream first, letting the heat soak into his muscles.

Sophie and Maya pressed in close on either side immediately, their wet bodies molding against him, Sophie’s softer, yielding curves on his left, Maya’s fuller, more insistent form on his right.

Sophie reached for the shampoo, lathering it between her palms before sliding her fingers into Stan’s hair. She rose onto her tiptoes, her full breasts brushing his chest as she massaged his scalp in slow, hypnotic circles.

The rich, soothing scent of the shampoo mixed with the steam, and her touch was pure devotion, fingertips working away any lingering tension, nails lightly scraping in the most delicious way.

”You’ve been carrying the weight of everything for so long,” Sophie whispered, her voice barely audible over the falling water. She pressed a lingering kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart. ”Let us take some of it off you, even if it’s just for these few minutes. We love you like this... relaxed, ours.”

On his other side, Maya worked a luxurious bar of soap into a rich lather and glided her hands over his body with reverent focus.

She traced the hard planes of his chest and the defined ridges of his abs, her palms sliding effortlessly over wet skin.

She spent extra time on his broad shoulders and powerful arms, kneading the muscles with firm yet tender pressure, thumbs digging into knots he hadn’t even realized were there.

”You’re so strong, Stan,” Maya murmured against his wet shoulder, her breath warm despite the water. ”The way you held us both last night... the way you made us feel completely safe and wanted. It takes my breath away every time.”

Her hands drifted lower, soaping his back and the powerful curve of his ass before returning to his front, washing him with the same loving thoroughness. Every stroke felt like a silent vow that said; ’we see you, we cherish you.’

Stan’s hands moved instinctively to return the care. He cupped Sophie’s breasts gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples as soap suds slid between them, then ran his palms down Maya’s back, squeezing the generous swell of her hips. But both women gently redirected him with soft laughs and kisses.

”This is for you,” Sophie insisted, tilting his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair, her fingers combing through the strands. ”Let us love on you a little longer before you have to go.”

Maya nodded, pressing her body flush against his side while her soapy hands continued their exploration. ”We need this too, you know. Touching you like this... it makes the missing you easier to bear later.”

The water poured over them in endless sheets, rinsing away soap, sweat, and the last traces of their passionate night.

Stan groaned softly, the sound low and contented, as their combined touches, four hands, two pairs of lips, and the constant press of warm, wet skin, melted the last of his resistance.

He felt utterly adored, completely seen. The bittersweet edge of his impending departure only heightened every sensation.

When they finally stepped out, the air felt cooler against their flushed skin. Thick, fluffy towels waited, Sophie and Maya dried him, then they dressed once more, they walked him to the door hand-in-hand, the house echoing softly with their footsteps.

At the threshold, Stan pulled both women into a tight, three-way embrace, breathing them in, the scent of soap, skin, and lingering arousal still clinging to them.