Sage's tongue dragged across her lower lip seductively.
"My turn."
She moved fast. She pulled Rue gently off Kael's chest—Rue whimpered softly, mmh—and laid her beside them. Then she positioned herself in front of Kael, her back pressed against his chest, her massive ass pressed against his hips.
Kael's hands found her waist. Then he gripped her ass with both hands.
They were very soft, heavy and round.
He squeezed. The flesh yielded under his fingers—thick, supple, warm. His thumbs traced the curve where her ass met her thighs.
Sage reached back and guided him inside her.
Schhhh...
"Ahh~" Sage gasped as he filled her. Her walls gripping him like a vice. Wet and hot.
Squelch.
Kael thrust forward. His hips pressed against her ass—slap—and the impact rippled through her flesh. Her ass bounced. The cheeks rippled outward from the point of impact—waves of soft flesh spreading, rebounding, settling.
Slap. Ripple. Bounce.
He pulled back. Thrust again.
SLAP.
