Lor groaned, his cock buried deeper now, her ass gripping him impossibly tight.
He leaned forward, his hands sliding up her torso, gripping her firm breasts, squeezing and teasing her hard nipples as he began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, the wet slap of his hips against her ass filling the room.
Vela's moans turned guttural, her nails scraping the wall as she pushed back to meet him, her body rocking between Lor's cock and Maris's tongue.
The rhythm built—Lor slamming into her ass, Maris licking her pussy with desperate hunger, Vela moaning into the wall, every sensation colliding into a storm of pleasure.
"Yes—fuck my ass—harder!" Vela cried, grinding back into him, her voice a raw plea that sent a jolt through Lor's core.
He obeyed, thrusting rougher, spanking her cheeks with each slam, the sharp crack making her ass jiggle, her skin reddening under his hands.
