"You've had enough."
Shaula's voice carried as she moved toward the three.
Eren's cock was still buried inside Mira, who only heaved—too taken aback to move.
Eren lay on his back, gulping as he took in Alayne's crotch, his tongue buried deep inside her.
Alayne hissed against his tongue, her breath hitching as she ground harder, losing herself to the pleasure.
Shaula moved forward, pulling Eren's shaft out from Mira's soaked insides—a spurt of white liquid shot upward, splashing across her face.
It didn't bother her.
"You're not even moving anymore," she said flatly, gripping him in her hand.
With a quiet sigh, she straddled him—guiding his cock beneath her. She rubbed it against her dripping entrance, hips rolling as she lined herself up, grinding over the length and letting it slide between her folds and his waist.
Her crotch pressed firmly to his waist, smearing wet heat across his shaft as she rocked atop him, not yet taking him in. She moaned softly.
"This is the best…"
