He let Maddie lay curled on her side, utterly spent and wrecked, eyes half-lidded and glassy, a soft, dazed smile on her tear-streaked face as she watched him through the haze of her total ruin—her ruined pussy still leaking a slow river of their mixed fluids onto the sheets, her mouth tired.
Sierra was already moving—crawling forward on shaky knees, black lace long since ripped away and discarded, her body flushed crimson and shining with sweat. Her heavy tits swayed pendulously with every motion, nipples dark, swollen, and pinched raw from her own frantic fingers.
Between her thighs, her pussy was a ready, dripping mess—outer lips puffy and bloated, inner folds flushed deep rose and glistening, clit fat and throbbing visibly, entrance clenching greedily on nothing while thick strands of her arousal stretched from her gaping hole to the soaked sheets below.
