I thrust upward once—hard, punishing—making both women cry out in unison.
Julie's nails raked down my invisible-but-now-visible chest. "Fuck… do it again, husband. Pound me while we talk about how wet Yuko got watching us."
Marina reached down between us, fingers finding Julie's swollen clit and circling it roughly.
"And when she comes back tomorrow," Marina added, voice dripping venom and lust, "we'll make sure she smells even more of you on us. Maybe leave the door cracked again… let her hear you breeding us properly this time."
I grabbed Marina's hair, yanking her down for a brutal kiss—tongue invading, claiming—while I slammed up into Julie again and again, the wet slap-slap-slap filling the room.
Julie's orgasm had barely faded—her cunt still twitching in aftershocks around my cock—when she suddenly grabbed Marina by the waist with surprising strength, her fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh like she owned every inch of her.
