The woman's full breasts swayed, nipples stiff and pink, her curves glowing with sweat as she smiled slowly, wickedly, her cat-shaped mask glinting as she scanned the wreckage Lor had made.
"Well, well," she murmured, her voice a low purr, stroking the strap-on with one hand, her fingers gliding over its slick surface. "Looks like you got greedy without me."
Lor's cock twitched, his hazel eyes blazing behind the black-and-gold mask, his lean chest glistening with sweat.
He didn't speak, his breath quickening, his cock hardening again despite the intensity.
She stepped closer, her eyes glinting with hunger. "Good thing I brought dessert."
The two women on the bench stirred, glancing back, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of the strap-on, then exchanging glances—already flushed, already soaked, and still not satisfied, their pussies throbbing faintly with lingering need.
