The filthy sound of our bodies colliding filled the room—wet, obscene, the squelch of Emily's pussy taking my cock echoing like a dirty symphony. Her ass jiggled with every brutal thrust, her moans mixing with the slap of skin on skin, her fingers clawing at the sofa as I pounded into her. The heat of her body burned against mine, her pussy milking my cock with every deep stroke.
"You like that, Emily?" I snarled, my voice rough with lust, my cock throbbing inside her. "You like being fucked like a whore?" My fingers slid up her body, gripping her throat just enough to tilt her head back, my lips brushing her ear.
"You like the thought of Freya walking in and seeing you take my cock?" Emily whimpered, her body trembling as I spoke, her pussy clenching around me. "Y-Yes!" she gasped, her voice raw with desire. "I love it! Don't stop!" Her fingers slid down, rubbing her clit, pinching it hard as she ground herself onto my cock, her moans growing louder, wilder.
