I felt my cock throb, that familiar pulse signaling I was right at the edge. My pace into Delilah's already-soaked, sensitive womb quickened, grew more brutal. Each thrust snapped her head back against the sofa cushions, her moans dissolving into short, sharp screams cut off by every impact.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Baby~! Mommy's~! Mommy's womb~! AAAAAH!"
Meanwhile, my free hand found Zoey's pussy, still slick from my tongue. I shoved three fingers inside without warning, plunging deep into her spasming cunt. I pumped them fast, my palm slapping against her clit with every thrust.
The wet sounds were obscene—like thick dough being beaten—mixing with Zoey's choked moans of pleasure. Her head jerked up from Delilah's breast, mouth stretched wide, tongue lolling out in a silent scream. Those honey-brown eyes rolled back until only white showed.
"I'm—I'm gonna come!" Zoey cried, her body beginning to shudder violently.
"Come, then," I commanded, speeding up my fingers.
