Samantha's eyes darted back to me on the bed — "asleep," my cock throbbing visibly under the thin sheet, the fat head outlined in stark detail, a fresh bead of pre-cum soaking through the fabric like an invitation. She blushed deeper, her professional facade cracking as she stammered:
"This…? This is what you mean…?"
Gabriela nodded frantically, her hand still clutching Samantha's wrist — fingers trembling, nails digging in just enough to feel possessive.
She leaned even closer, her swollen, red-tipped tits brushing against Samantha's arm, the blanket barely clinging to her hips now.
A fresh glob of cum bubbled out of her gaping asshole and trickled down her inner thigh, warm and viscous, pooling on the couch cushion with a faint, wet plop that made Gabriela whimper softly.
