"Please… fill me again…"
"Deeper… fuck, Ross, breed me…"
"Don't pull out… stay inside… want it all…"
He obliged. Every time.
On the final night—day seven bleeding into eight—the frenzy reached its peak one last time.
Ross had them both on their backs, legs hooked over his shoulders, side by side so he could see their faces as he alternated.
Deep, punishing strokes into Bella until her eyes rolled back and she sobbed with overstimulation—then straight into Jenny, grinding against her cervix until she screamed and clenched so hard he nearly lost it.
When he finally let go, he buried himself in Bella first—groaning low as he pumped rope after thick rope deep inside her spasming cunt.
Pulled out still twitching, plunged into Jenny, and unloaded the rest—filling her until it bubbled out around his base and ran in creamy rivulets down her ass.
