I looked down at Yelena, her fingers still wrapped around my cock, her eyes dark with hunger. Without a word, I gripped her wrists and flipped her onto her back, her body bouncing slightly on the bed. She let out a surprised gasp, her legs spreading instinctively, her pussy glistening and swollen, her pubic hair damp with arousal.
Claire's arms wrapped around me from behind, her tits pressing against my back as she hugged me tightly. "Don't forget about me," she whispered, her voice a mix of need and jealousy, her fingers tracing down my chest.
I smirked, grabbing Claire's hips and lifting her effortlessly, then pressing her down on top of Yelena. The sudden weight made both of them gasp, their faces just inches apart, their breath mingling. "W-What are you—?" Claire started, but her words died in her throat as she felt Yelena's body beneath her, their breasts crushing together, their skin slick with sweat and cum.
