Ravina's voice was a dark, mocking purr. "Look at her," she sneered, her gaze sweeping over the stunned men. "Her asshole is so used it's molded to his cock." Her laughter was low and mocking, her voice a cruel taunt.
"And her pussy is so wet it's squirting." Her smirk deepened, her gaze locking onto Mitt. "You wish you could make a woman pee like that, don't you?"
Mitt's face burned with humiliation, his voice a broken snarl. "You bitch—!"
The women of Ravina's tribe shifted again, their thighs clenching together, their pussies dripping as they watched Kerry being destroyed—her asshole gapingly stretched around my cock, her body trembling with pleasure, her moans filling the air.
With a sudden, brutal motion, I ripped my cock from Kerry's asshole, the obscene pop of her gaping hole filling the air as I lined myself up with her dripping pussy.
Before she could even gasp, I slammed my cock inside her, my thickness stretching her walls in one brutal thrust.
