They switched again, Celene reclaiming her position, her pussy still sensitive but eager. "More, Xavier—don't stop now. I need to feel you cum inside me this time," she begged, sinking down with a whimper.
Her ride was slower now, more grinding, her enormous breasts pressed to his chest as she rocked, the friction on her clit building another climax.
Xavier's hands roamed her back, caressing the arch of her spine, down to her ass, guiding her movements. Inside her, he felt the familiar grip, tighter from her recent orgasm, pulling at him deliciously.
Seraphina joined in, straddling his face this time, her pussy dripping onto his tongue as he lapped at her, tasting their combined essences.
"Eat me while she rides you—make us both cum, you stud," she demanded sluttily, grinding down.
Xavier's world was sensory overload: Celene's pussy milking his cock, Seraphina's folds on his mouth, his hands caressing both their curves—breasts, hips, asses—in a frenzy.
