He rose slowly behind them both, cock throbbing heavy and thick—twelve inches of flushed, angry crimson, veins bulging like twisted ropes under taut skin, the flared crown bloated and glossy, slick with pre-cum.
A thick bead was oozing from Sierra's slit and stretching down the underside in a slow, sticky rope.
Sierra was trembling—ass up, thighs quaking, pussy gaping slightly from his tongue, inner folds flushed dark rose and fluttering, clit swollen and shiny, a fresh trickle of squirt leaking from her entrance down to her tight asshole.
Phei stepped between her spread legs, one hand gripping the base of his shaft—fingers barely meeting around the obscene girth—the other spreading her scarlet cheeks wider. The head kissed her entrance—hot, blunt, pressing against the puffy pink lips that were already parted and leaking, the crown smearing her slick in a glossy sheen.
He didn't ease in.
He thrust.
