Maris moaned softly into her friend's pussy, the sound vibrating against Vela's skin, one hand still squeezing Lor's balls, the other sliding higher to spread Vela's cheeks.
She spat delicately, her fingers circling the tight ring of Vela's asshole, slicking it before pressing one finger inside, slow...
Vela's eyes flew wide, her body jerking.
"You—ahh, gods—Maris!" Her voice was a fractured moan, her pride crumbling as Maris's finger thrust deeper, her tongue swirling faster against her clit.
Her breasts clenched tighter around Lor's cock, the added pressure making him groan louder, precum smearing across her chest, her nipples brushing his shaft with every slide.
Lor reached up, his hands finally joining, squeezing her breasts, guiding her movements with a gentle indulgence, his thumbs rubbing her nipples, coaxing them harder.
Vela shuddered, her hips grinding against Maris's tongue, her body caught between the two sensations.
