They broke the circle and arranged themselves in a perfect triangle of torment, three low leather ottomans dragged into a tight semicircle directly in front of the single-seater, knees almost brushing his shins, the amber light pooling between their spread thighs like molten gold, glistening on their slick, dripping cunts.
Patricia took the center, black lace peeled down to her waist, heavy tits hanging free, dark-purple nipples glinting, veins visible under translucent skin, the chain between them now clipped to her swollen clit piercing, pulling her hood taut, stretching her clit into a throbbing, diamond-studded nub.
She planted her heels wide, knees bent, cunt splayed open like a split, overripe peach, inner lips flushed scarlet, glistening, puffy, a thick, viscous strand of girl-cum stretching from her gaping hole to the ottoman, snapping wetly with a plop as she settled, her asshole winking, lubed, puckered.
