Jasmine leaned in, whispering hot against my ear, "You're twitching so hard inside me. You gonna cum already?"
"Not… yet…" I hissed, gripping her thighs tight.
"Hey, Jas," Tessa called out. "Come here. Check if it looks good or not. I think I messed it up."
I stood, lifting her effortlessly, my cock still buried deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, squealing and laughing, but I didn't let up—kept thrusting into her as I carried her straight into the kitchen.
Tessa glanced back, totally unfazed, stirring a steaming pot.
Jasmine craned her neck, trying to look, her tits bouncing against my chest as I kept fucking her mid-step. "Mmm… looks… okay," she gasped, biting her lip as I shoved deeper.
"Good," I growled, slamming her against the counter, my cock driving into her like I owned her.
