Yohan glanced over his shoulder at Chloe, his eyes locking onto hers with a predatory gleam. He didn't slow his pace; if anything, he fucked Jenna harder, making the woman's cries sharper, more desperate.
Jenna's body shuddered violently as an orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed around Yohan's cock, milking him with rhythmic contractions.
"I'm cumming! Oh god, Yohan, don't stop!" she wailed, her head thrown back, sweat-slicked hair whipping across her shoulders. Juices squirted out around his shaft, soaking his thighs and the floor beneath them.
Yohan grunted, his grip tightening on her arms until bruises would surely have formed. He pulled out almost completely, only to slam back in, chasing his own release.
Chloe bit her lip, almost tasting blood, as she fought the urge to rub herself. Her hand was already over her cunt, and the air was thick with the scent of sex—musky sweat, Jenna's tangy arousal, and the faint saltiness of pre-cum.
