Under the flickering light of the TV, Josh's cock tents his sweatpants, drawing Scarlet and Myra's gaze. They exchange a look, then simultaneously, they reach out, their small hands stroking his length through the fabric. Josh groans, his head falling back against the couch. 'Guys, what are you doing?' he pants, but his hips buck into their touch. Myra giggles, a naughty gleam in her eye. 'We're just trying to calm our nerves, Josh,' she says, her voice laced with innuendo. Scarlet nods in agreement, her hand sliding under the waistband to grip his bare cock. 'And we think you're the best way to do that.'