I leaned in closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, whispering hot and filthy as I pulled back and slammed in harder—cock punching deep, stirring her soaked depths with a wet squish.
"That's it, you filthy slut… take my fat cock deep in your bare cunt… feel it stretching your walls wide while Mira watches you squirm… you're dripping so much, I can feel your pussy juice leaking down my balls…"
Angela's inner walls rippled wildly around me—clenching like a desperate fist, her clit grinding against the rough, torn denim with each thrust.
She stifled a moan—"Mmmph… oh f-fuck…"—turning it into a fake cough, but her hips bucked back harder, pussy sucking me deeper.
Mira propped herself up on one elbow, concern mixing with something darker—curiosity, hunger. "You sure? You sound… weird. Like you're in pain or something."
