Apolonia & Talia Share Cock in Wild Home Threesome Fuck

It was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons in the apartment. The kind where nobody bothered to get fully dressed. Michael had just gotten out of the shower, towel around his waist, when he walked into the living room and found Apolonia and Talia sprawled on the couch. Apolonia, in just an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass, was scrolling on her phone. Talia, wearing tiny shorts and a crop top, had her legs draped over Apolonia’s lap. The TV droned some dumb reality show in the background, volume low.
They’d all been hanging out since last night—drinking cheap wine, talking shit, flirting heavier as the hours passed. Michael grabbed a beer from the fridge, cracked it open, and flopped into the armchair across from them.
“You two look way too comfortable,” he said, smirking.
Apolonia glanced up, dark eyes playful. “We’re bored. Entertain us.”
Talia stretched, arching her back so her top rode up, showing the underside of her tits. “Yeah, Mike. We’re feeling… needy.”
He laughed, but his cock twitched under the towel. The room smelled like leftover pizza and perfume. Apolonia set her phone aside and crawled over to him on all fours, hair messy from sleep. Talia followed right behind, giggling.
Apolonia reached him first. She tugged the towel loose without asking. His dick sprang free, already half-hard. “Look at this,” she said to Talia. “He’s been thinking about us.”
Talia knelt beside her. “Let me taste first.” She leaned in, tongue flicking the tip, then sucked the head into her mouth slow. Apolonia watched, biting her lip, then joined in—licking the shaft while Talia worked the tip. Their tongues met around his cock, sloppy and wet. Michael groaned, hand tangling in Apolonia’s hair.
“Fuck, you two…” he muttered.
They took turns sucking him deep. Talia gagged a little when she tried to take him all, pulling off with spit stringing from her lips. Apolonia laughed, wiped it with her thumb, then shoved her mouth down instead. Michael bucked up, hitting the back of her throat. She moaned around him, vibrations making him curse.
Talia stripped off her shorts—no panties underneath. Her pussy was already glistening. She climbed onto the couch arm, ass toward Michael. “Eat me while she sucks you.”
He leaned forward, tongue diving between her legs. She tasted salty-sweet, wet from anticipation. Talia ground back against his face, whimpering. Apolonia popped off his cock, stroking it fast while she watched. “God, she’s dripping.”
Apolonia stood, yanked off her t-shirt. Naked now, small tits perky, nipples hard. She pushed Michael back into the chair and straddled him reverse, guiding his cock to her pussy. She sank down slow, gasping as he filled her. “So fucking thick.”
Talia spun around, kissing Apolonia hard while she rode. Their tongues tangled, hands on each other’s tits. Michael thrust up, hands gripping Apolonia’s hips. Skin slapped skin, loud in the quiet apartment. The chair creaked under them.
“Switch,” Talia said breathlessly.
Apolonia lifted off, pussy slick and puffy. Talia took her place, facing Michael this time. She lowered onto his cock, eyes rolling back. “Yes… fuck yes.”
Apolonia knelt between their legs, licking where they joined—tongue on Talia’s clit, then down to Michael’s balls. Talia rode harder, tits bouncing. Michael grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks. Apolonia’s finger teased Talia’s asshole, then pushed in slow.
Talia cried out. “Oh shit—don’t stop.”
Michael felt her tighten around him. Apolonia fingered her ass while licking her clit. Talia came first—body shaking, pussy clenching, juices running down Michael’s shaft. She screamed into Apolonia’s mouth as they kissed through it.
Michael pulled out, cock slick and throbbing. “Bedroom. Now.”
They stumbled down the hall, laughing, horny, clumsy. Clothes scattered behind them. In the bedroom, unmade bed, sheets tangled from last night. Talia pushed Michael onto his back. Apolonia climbed over his face, lowering her wet pussy onto his mouth. He licked hungrily, tasting her arousal.
Talia mounted his cock again, riding reverse cowgirl. Apolonia rocked on his tongue, grinding. The room filled with wet sounds, moans, heavy breathing. Michael slapped Talia’s ass—hard. She yelped, then moaned louder.
“Harder,” Apolonia demanded. “Fuck her like you mean it.”
Michael thrust up, meeting Talia’s bounces. Apolonia leaned forward, licking Talia’s clit again while she rode. Double stimulation sent Talia over the edge once more—squirting a little, soaking Michael’s stomach.
Apolonia slid off his face, turned around. “My turn for that dick in my ass.”
She got on all fours. Michael knelt behind, rubbing his cockhead against her tight hole. Talia lay underneath, licking Apolonia’s pussy. He pushed in slow—Apolonia hissed, then relaxed, taking him deeper. “Fuck… yes.”
He started thrusting, careful at first, then harder. Apolonia rocked back, ass slapping against him. Talia sucked Apolonia’s clit, fingers in her pussy. Apolonia came hard—screaming, body convulsing, ass gripping Michael’s cock.
He couldn’t hold back. “Gonna cum.”
“Both of us,” Talia said. She pulled him out, both girls kneeling in front. They stroked him together, mouths open. Michael groaned, shooting thick ropes across their faces and tongues. Cum dripped down chins, onto tits. They kissed, swapping it, messy and filthy.
After, they collapsed on the bed. Breathing heavy. Cum cooling on skin. The TV still murmured from the living room.
Apolonia wiped her face with the sheet. “Pizza’s probably cold now.”
Talia laughed. “Worth it.”
Michael just grinned, pulling them close. “Round two after food?”
They didn’t answer—just curled up, sticky and satisfied, the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds.