Julian shifted Aya gently to the side—her body still trembling softly in the afterglow, large breasts rising and falling with ragged breaths. She curled against the pillows, watching through half-lidded eyes behind her glasses, one hand lazily tracing circles on her own thigh.
Veronica was already moving into position, straddling him again with impatient grace. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid gold, emerald eyes burning with need. She reached down, grasping his still-hard cock—slick from Aya—and guided the head to her dripping entrance.
Julian thrust upward in one smooth, deliberate motion—burying himself to the hilt inside her tight, scorching heat.
Veronica's head snapped back, mouth falling open on a loud, broken moan.
"Ahh… Julian… fuck… so deep… hnnh…!"
Her walls clamped down immediately, greedy and fluttering, pulling him in deeper. She rocked her hips once, testing the fullness, then looked down at him with dark, demanding eyes.
