"Fuck him, Maris," Vela gasped between kisses, one hand sliding down to tease Maris's clit as she bounced, her fingers circling the sensitive bud with a precision that made Maris shudder. "Ride him like you mean it, you naughty slut."
Maris cried out, her hips slamming harder, her breasts bouncing wildly under Vela's hands, her pussy clenching tighter with every thrust, milking Lor's cock as if her body refused to let him go.
Her nails dug into his chest, leaving red crescents in his skin, her moans breaking into sharp gasps as Vela's fingers worked her clit.
Lor thrust upward into her, his hips meeting hers with a wet slap, groaning against Vela's pussy as his tongue flicked her clit, savoring the way she ground against his mouth.
Her juices dripped down his chin, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as she rocked against him.
"Harder," Vela gasped, grinding her pussy against his face, her thighs squeezing tighter.
