It’s rare that I’m left utterly speechless, but when Nicole Doshi and Gal Ritchie are on the case, evidently I have every right to remain silent. The moment they stepped through the door in matching blue lingerie, they owned the room. They knew exactly what they wanted and how to take it. I surrendered without a fight, letting their confident hands, teasing lips, and synchronized rhythm unravel me completely. But it was their final act of both mouths sharing my aching balls that shattered whatever composure I had left, leaving me a grinning, dazed mess, completely spent and blissfully quiet.
