Realistically, I would be so focused on whatever inch of you I was granted access to you, I might not even remember anyone else was there.
Every taste, every curve, every scent - caressing each soft spot, pressing each firm spot. Or just eyes rolled back tasting every taste of your stockings. Not focused - I’m very bad at focusing in those moments - but fully in the moment.
I wouldn’t worry about being the best of the four, just the best I could do. I’d hope they all were worshipping you as deeply as I was. 🙇🏻♂️🙏🏼