Bella shattered a second time, body jerking like she'd been electrocuted, a fresh flood soaking the sheets beneath her ass.
Jenny followed seconds later—mouth open in a silent scream, hips bucking wildly, pussy clamping so tight Ross had to grit his teeth to keep control.
When they finally collapsed—limp, boneless, breaths coming in shallow gasps—he pulled out and finished across them both.
Thick ropes painted their stomachs, their tits, the hollows of their throats.
They didn't move to wipe it away; they barely twitched.
For long minutes the only sounds were their uneven breathing and the faint wet drip of everything they'd lost onto the ruined bedding.
Bella's eyes fluttered shut first. Jenny's head lolled to the side, lips parted, a thin line of drool escaping.
Both women lay utterly spent—thighs quivering, pussies swollen and flushed dark, glistening trails of their own release streaking inner thighs and pooling beneath them.
