A brutal thrust sent Zayela sliding off the edge, her ass hitting the floor with a thud, the impact jarring but fueling the fire, her body bouncing once, breasts jiggling wild.
Nash followed, pinning her down, his cock never leaving her pussy, thrusting harder on the hard floor, the cold tiles a shock against her back, contrasting the heat between them. Zayela screamed.
"Ahhh! Oh sh... FUCK!!!" her voice raw, her hips bucking up, ass lifting off the tiles, the flesh round and soft in his hands as he gripped, squeezing the cheeks, the texture plush and warm, jiggling with each slam.
His cousin's ass on the floor, soft and round, bouncing as he fucked her. He could probably die and feel fulfilled.
He slapped it hard, the sound crack echoing, the flesh darkening, jiggling like jelly, the sting sharp on his palm.
What a madness.
Zayela wailed.
"Hhhhaaahhh! You fucking....! Ahhh!" her body twisting, legs spreading wider, her hands clawing the rug, nails digging into fibers.
