I smirked as I watched her lean forward and pant like a cat in heat.
Her silver hair was plastered to her sweaty face as her hips bucked helplessly to the rhythm of my thrusts into Marcelle.
Lastly, Delilah spread her legs shamelessly to show me an enchanting sight.
Her three fingers were shoved deep inside her dripping cunt, pumping furiously, making wet, obscene squelches that echoed in the chamber, a lewd chorus born of her soaked, cum filled pussy being speared by her fingers.
Her tits bounced wildly with every desperate movement, her dark nipples standing stiff and swollen, her moans escaping her lips incessantly as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
Every time her fingers sank into her soaked folds, they plunged through the slick mess I had left her with the night before, and the sound of wet flesh striking wet flesh rang out. Squish, squelch, squish! The filthiness of it only made her pump her pussy harder, her moans breaking into breathless cries.
