I kept pounding Mei's mouth like it was her pussy, my cock sliding deep into her throat with wet, sloppy glk-glk-glk sounds echoing through the chamber.
Her tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she gagged and whimpered, her tongue swirling desperately around my shaft, spit bubbling out the corners of her stretched lips. Her tits squeezed tight around the base, soft flesh jiggling with every thrust, the friction hot and filthy, pre-cum smearing all over her cleavage like lube.
She was a mess—eyes watery and pleading, body trembling under me—but her hands held those perky C-cups firm, milking me like the obedient little wife she was.
But my eyes weren't on her. They were locked on Yue, standing across the room like a statue, her arms crossed tight over her chest, green eyes burning with that mix of fury and something hotter. Her jeans hugged those thick thighs, cropped top straining against her heaving D-cups.
