Another round of slippery sexiness with two of the best in the business! They were able to accommodate me on short notice, which is good because my balls were bluer than a tropical lagoon. After the pleasantries were exchanged, which involved some tonsil hockey and mutual groping, I landed face-first in Heather's ample pussy lips with a meaty smack. Amy joined us, and we each took turns with tongues, tits, and sloppy lips. It was over all too soon, but even the building decided to keep it going: as I got in the elevator, an automated feminine voice said "Going down." Yeah, I was doing that a while ago, Ms Otis! 
