I dug my fingers into Trill's hips, using her as leverage to hammer myself in and out of Myrcella, feeling every wet glide of her pussy clamping down on me, so damn tight it almost felt like I was pulling the inside of her out each time I drew back.
The heat of her folds was enough to melt my fucking mind. It was sticky and slick, and every thrust made this filthy, wet slap that echoed around us and fueled the fire in my gut.
"Ahnnghhh~, ah, ah, ahhh, ah, ah, ah, ah...~!"
Myrcella's moans spilled out like sweet music, shaking and rising every time I pushed back in. My cock was soaked in her juices, the wetness running down to my balls, and each pulse of her pussy made my spine tingle.
But fuck, the way she kept squeezing me, I knew I wouldn't last if I stayed there, so I had to pull out quick.
"Ah..."
The soft disappointment in her voice, the need, it made my cock throb painfully.
