Draga, all lean muscle and determination, grunts with each stride on the treadmill, her short brown hair damp with sweat. Her blue eyes focus straight ahead, not a flicker of distraction in her gaze. Draga's massive cock and heavy balls swing freely beneath a pair of loose gym shorts, a lewd sight she doesn't even notice.

Meanwhile, Sally's generous curves and huge tits bounce and sway as she jogs, her longer blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Sweat trickles between her cleavage, the salt and musk mixing with the general scent of the gym - stale air and the pungent undertone of sweat.

Sally finishes first and leans against the wall to catch her breath. "Hey Draga," she says, "I just checked, and the showers are out of hot water again. It smells so gross, I don't know if I want to use them anyway." Her brow furrows with concern, hands on her wide, athletic hips.

Draga, still running, merely shrugs at Sally's complaint. "We'll deal. Not like there are any other options," she says curtly. Her gaze then falls upon {{user}} entering the gym, eyes lighting up with a wicked glint.

"Wait a sec…" Draga's treadmill slows to a stop as she points at the new arrival, "Looks like the solution to our problem just walked through the door, Sall." Her smirk widens as she looks over to Sally.

"And I don't think it's an issue anymore." Draga turns her attention to {{user}}, her intense blue eyes boring into {{user}} like a predator stalking prey, already plotting.

Sally can't help but smile at her sister's keen insight and aggressive determination, feeling a familiar thrill course through her body in response. She steps forward, putting herself between Draga and the newcomer, and leans down to speak softly into User#1735222402757's ear. "Excuse me," she says gently but firmly, "I wonder if you could help us with a little problem? Our showers are out of hot water again and we're all pretty sweaty. It wouldn't be any trouble for you, would it...?"

Draga watches with interest as Sally engages the newcomer in conversation, her cock beginning to harden at the thought of this stranger's attention being focused on them instead of her. She can feel Sally's presence beside her and knows that their bodies were designed for dominance and control like theirs. It's a thrill unlike any other when they work together to push boundaries and explore new limits, not just in the gym but in every aspect of life.

With a faint grin, Draga turns back to her own treadmill and begins running again, keeping half an eye on the proceedings as she goes. Her body responds instinctively to the motion, driving her harder and faster than ever before in pursuit of perfection and power. The rhythmic slap of her flesh against the machine mingles with Sally's soft words and User#1735222402757's anxious breathing, creating a symphony of desire that drags them all deeper into the sensual madness of their sweaty obsession.

As Sally hands her own sweat-drenched clothes to you, Draga eyes you hungrily. Her cock twitches in anticipation as she watches your reactions to the scent and feel of their musk. "Let me show you what we've been working so hard for," she says before straddling your face, her huge cock pointed directly at your waiting mouth. Sally stands beside you, gently rubbing her sweaty body against yours as she too watches with lustful intent. With Draga holding herself above you, the futa's musky scent envelops you like a cloud of desire that leaves no doubt who is in charge here. You begin to taste the saltiness of her arousal as your tongue flicks out, seeking more of the delicious flavor she offers. A low moan vibrates through the air as Draga leans forward and grinds herself against your face, letting you know that she appreciates what you're doing and wants you to do even better. The rhythm of her hips slowly increases, driving you both towards a breaking point where there can be only one winner...her flesh or yours.

With their heavy cocks resting on your face, you can feel the heat radiating from them as Sally and Draga demand that you worship their sweaty balls. It's a dominating feeling that courses through every fiber of your being, making it clear who is in charge here. You reach up with eager fingers to take one of their huge, throbbing appendages into your hand, beginning to stroke and caress the sensitive skin. The musky scent intensifies as you lavish attention on them, and the sisters moan in approval, rocking their hips back and forth, driving their cocks against your face with a force that leaves no doubt they are enjoying every moment of this submission. Their sweaty bodies press against yours, grinding and rubbing until you feel the dampness of their arousal soaking through your clothes. Sally takes your other hand in hers and guides it to her dripping wet pussy, wanting you to pleasure her as well while she watches her sister dominate this encounter. The sounds of moans and grunts fill the room as they push each other closer and closer towards orgasm, their muscles tense and straining under your hungry touch. It's a sensual battle of dominance where only one can emerge victorious: their flesh or yours.

As your clothes are removed and Sally presses her cock against you, the scent of sweat and musk fills your nostrils. The feel of Draga's wet ass brushing against your face is both intimate and forbidding, a reminder of who truly holds the power here. With a mischievous grin, Sally takes hold of the back of your head and forces it down towards Draga's waiting asshole. You can feel her puckered ring press against your lips as she pushes you forward, demanding that you taste her ass and pay homage to her dominance. Meanwhile, Draga moans with pleasure as Sally grinds her cock against your thigh, using your body as leverage for her own satisfaction. The sweat drips from their bodies onto yours, stinging and exhilarating at the same time, heightening every sensation as they take you deeper into their realm of dominance and submission. As you begin to explore Draga's tight opening with your tongue, she gasps and arches her back, encouraging you to go further, harder, seeking release through your worship of her most intimate parts.

Draga shudders with pleasure as you continue to kiss her sweat-drenched ass, your tongue dancing against her tight hole. With a grunt of approval, Sally slaps her huge cock harder against your rear end, guiding it towards the entrance of your own dripping wet hole. "You're such a slut," she growls in your ear, "always wanting more of my sister's futa goodness."

Her other hand reaches around to grope your aching cock through your briefs, giving it a rough squeeze that makes you cry out in pain and pleasure. "Fuck yes," Sally moans as she feels how aroused you are, "You need my sister's power inside you." With practiced ease, she pushes aside the elastic waistband of your briefs and reveals your throbbing cock to her gaze.

"Give it to me," she says sharply, holding your member in her hand like a weapon. You feel the warmth and strength of her grip as she positions your aching length at the entrance to her pussy, guiding it inside with hungry strokes that drive you both towards a climax that will leave you breathless and wanting more. Her musky scent surrounds you, driving home the message that Sally is in control here, now and

Draga grins wickedly as she sees your tongue wiggling out, eager for her taste. She shoves the thick head of her cock against your lips before thrusting it into your mouth, forcing you to deepthroat her powerful length. Her heavy balls slap against your tongue, coating them in a salty layer of sweat that leaves no doubt who is in charge here. "That's my good little Sweatrag," she growls, using the affectionate nickname as if it were an insult, a display of her dominance and control over you.

Meanwhile, Sally positions herself behind you, rubbing her wet pussy against your ass. "Give me more," she demands, her voice hoarse with desire. With each smooth stroke, her heat envelops you, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy as she begins to whisper filthy things in your ear: dirty words that ignite a fire inside of you and make your arousal burn even hotter. She moans softly as she feels you begin to thrust back against her, wanting more of her commanding presence and willing submission.

With both futa women working in tandem, they take you higher and higher, their musky scent and relentless domination overwhelming every fiber of your being until there's no room left for

Draga's iron grip on your head holds you in place as she roughly thrusts her cock past your throat, drowning out any sounds of protest or desire that might escape you. Her musky scent is overpowering, a combination of sweat and arousal that fills your nostrils and clouds your senses, making it impossible to deny the intense dominance she holds over you. "Fuck," she growls, her hips snapping faster as she feels herself nearing release.

Meanwhile, Sally's grip on your hips tightens into a vise-like hold, her nails digging painfully into your skin as she rides you roughly from behind. Her moans fill the air, mingling with the harsh sounds of their slapping flesh against yours, and it's all you can do to remain conscious under the onslaught of their dominance.

Her sweat drips onto your back, staining your skin with her power, making it clear who is in control here. As she thrusts deeper into your ass, hitting that spot deep inside that makes you writhe and moan uncontrollably, she leans in close, her hot breath ghosting over your ear as she whispers filthy things designed to drive you wild: promises of pain and pleasure, ecstasy and submission.

"Ten..." Draga groans, thrusting roughly into your throat as her balls begin to tighten in anticipation. She smacks her sweaty ass against your face with each brutal stroke, grinding herself against you until she's dizzy with pleasure. "Nine..." Sally growls, biting down on her lip as she feels the heat rising inside of her. Her nails dig deeper into your flesh, marking you like a possession that is entirely hers to use however she sees fit. "Eight..." With each word, the tension grows tighter around you, their dominance becoming all-consuming as they drag you further and further down into the depths of their sweaty realm.

"Seven..." Her scent fills your nose, an intoxicating mix of arousal and musk that seems to reach straight for your core. "Six..." She leans in close, whispering filthy things against your ear as she feels her orgasm building. "Five..." With a sharp cry, Sally bucks her hips hard against yours, her wet heat enveloping you as she comes undone with a shuddering moan. Her sweat drips down between your shoulder blades, stinging and thrilling at the same time.

"Four..." Draga slams her body into yours, grinding their cl

"Three..." She thrusts harder, her cock digging deep into your throat as she forces you to taste every inch of her. Her musky scent is everywhere, a constant reminder that she is the one in control here. "Two..." Sally's hips jerk against yours, driving her pleasure deeper inside of you with each harsh thrust. Her breath comes hot and fast on your neck, her grip unrelenting as she milks your orgasm for all it's worth.

"One!" They cry in unison, bodies tense as they reach the brink together. With a final, brutal thrust, Draga empties herself into your throat, her hot seed pouring down your chin and dribbling onto your chest as she moans in release. At the same moment, Sally's body convulses against yours, her muscles tensing as her climax washes over you, leaving her sweet juices coating your ass and legs in a sticky mess of pleasure and dominance. "Cum for us," they demand in unison, their voices raw with lust. And as if your body has no choice, it does exactly that. Your orgasm explodes through you like a supernova, shuddering your muscles and arching your back as hot streams of cum splatter onto the ground between them.

Draga chuckles darkly as you climb into her bed, knowing that this is only the beginning of another night of their dominance and control. She pins you down with ease, trapping your face beneath her sweaty armpit as she inhales deeply, relishing the scent of herself all over you. Her cock, already spent from earlier, throbs against your hip as it begins to stiffen once more under the influence of her dominance. With a contented sigh, she wraps one powerful leg around yours, holding you in place like a captive toy.

Her sister's musky scent still lingers in the air, but it's clear that from now on, Draga intends to take full advantage of your submission. Her sweaty thigh presses against your crotch, grinding teasingly against your trapped erection as she enjoys her power over you. With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, she leans down and whispers hotly into your ear: "You belong to me tonight, Sweatrag."

Her words are like a promise of endless dominance and submission, a reality that only grows more intense as her strong, warm body presses you into the mattress. The faint sound of her sister's snoring from down the hall serves as a reminder of who else is under their control, but for now it's just the two of them in this bed...and Draga has no intention of letting you forget who's really in charge.

Draga groans deeply, her hips rocking minutely against yours as you lap at her sweaty armpit with your tongue. Her grip on your head tightens just enough to remind you that this is her show and she won't hesitate to punish any disobedience. The sound of wet, sloppy kisses fill the air between you, each one more intimate than the last as she relishes in the dominance and control over your submission.

Her other hand trails downward, skimming across your chest before coming to rest on your hard cock. She gives it a firm squeeze, letting you know that even though she's in charge tonight, she still expects (and plans) to enjoy herself. With a wicked grin, she pulls her hand away and leans forward, lips parted as if in anticipation of something sweet. Before you can realize what she's planning, she slides her wet hand back between your legs and wraps it tightly around your throbbing shaft.

"Oh yeah," she purrs, "I think I know just how to make you thank me properly." Her other hand reaches up, roughly palming one of her breasts as she begins to stroke you in time with her own movements, driving herself closer and closer to orgasm while simultaneously edging you ever-closer to the brink. With each pass of her sweaty hand, your body trembles with desire and need for release; but as long as Draga is in control, it will be on her terms, and only when she decides that you've been properly dominated and used.

Draga growls in satisfaction as you plead with her, your lips and tongue pressed against the soft flesh of her armpit. Her hand on your cock slips easily between your bodies, spreading your wetness over her fingers as she teases and taunts you, denying release even as it's so close you can taste it. She grinds her hips upwards, feeling the heat of her cunt pressing against your exposed ass; the sensation is almost unbearable, leaving you desperate for more.

With a rough yank, she pulls you back down to meet her lips in a searing kiss, using her strength and dominance to control every inch of the exchange. Her free hand grips your hair tightly, holding your head still as she takes what she wants from your mouth. As if sensing your growing frustration, she pulls back suddenly, leaving you gasping for air.

"You're mine," she breathes against your cheek, "and I'll use you however I want." Her words are a harsh reminder of her dominance and the pleasure that comes from submission; a promise that tonight, in this bed, Draga will be in charge...and she intends to make sure that when morning comes, you're left aching for more.

Draga takes full advantage of your submission, relentlessly thrusting her hard length into you with a savage force that leaves no doubt who is in control here. Her sweat drenches both of your bodies as she pounds away at your ass, her heavy balls slapping against your crotch and painting your skin with her scent.

She doesn't bother to look at you, focusing instead on the pleasure coursing through her body as it's channeled into yours. With each thrust comes a grunt or moan of satisfaction; a primal sound that echoes through the room and serves as both encouragement for her to go harder and warning for you not to expect any mercy from her tonight.

Her strong, sweaty arms wrap tightly around your torso, holding you in place like an offering on the altar of her dominance. Her other hand slips between your bodies, teasing your sensitive skin with featherlight touches as it explores every inch of you before coming to rest on your aching cock once more. She begins stroking in time with her hips, heightening both of your pleasure and driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

There's no escape from this relentless storm of dominance; only submission and obedience can guarantee survival under Draga's control. As she pounds away at your ass, grinding her clit against your prostate with each thrust, it becomes clearer than ever that tonight is not about pleasure...it's about power. And as long as you're under her, there's no question who holds the reins.

"That's it, Sweatrag," Draga gasps, her hips snapping faster as she feels the orgasm building deep inside of her. Her cock throbs with every thrust, filling you up and leaving no room for anything but her dominance. Her strong hands grip your hair, keeping your face buried in her sweaty armpit as she rides out her climax. "Suck on that fucking armpit," she commands hoarsely, "Prove how much of a good little slut you are for me."

Her other hand moves to roughly pinch and roll your nipple between her fingers, adding another layer of pleasure-pain to the mix. The sounds of slapping flesh against skin fill the room as she takes what she wants from both of you, using your bodies as vessels for her own release. Her muscles tense, coiling like a spring wound too tightly, and then with a loud moan she shoves your head back into her armpit even harder, her powerful orgasm rocking through her body and leaving her gasping for breath.

Her sweat pours down over you, staining your skin as she comes down from the high of her climax, but it's clear that she hasn't finished with you yet. Her cock still throbs deep inside of you, demanding more attention and submission before it will let you come anywhere close to release. She grinds her hips against your ass once more, relishing the feel of her sweaty, muscled body sliding against your skin. "Clean me up," she rasps, a command laced with dominance and satisfaction as she leans back on her arms and surveys the mess they've made of the bed between them.