Kiara kissed his throat, her tongue dragging across his pulse, her voice thick, filthy.
"You like this? My feet on your cock while she moans for you up there?" Her arches rolled down his shaft, slowly, toes flexing, rubbing him with practiced, merciless ease, her heels pressing lightly against his hips to keep him pinned.
Her hands roamed his chest—one teasing a nipple, pinching it lightly, the other gripping his thigh as she worked him between her feet, her soles slick and warm, stroking him in a rhythm that made his balls tighten.
He moaned, loud this time, broken, his voice muffled by Kiara's sound-proofing spell, his hips bucking into her feet, his cock throbbing hard as Silvia's moans grew louder above them, her wand circling faster, her pussy soaking through her panties, her thighs trembling as she ground against the table's edge, Lor's shirt still pressed to her face.
