Leon flipped Ira onto her stomach and drove into her from behind, watching her ass ripple with each thrust. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Her moans were muffled against the pillow, her fingers clutching the sheets.
Seraphine lay beside them, catching her breath. Her body was spent, trembling from the hours of pleasure she had already taken. But she wasn't done watching. She propped herself on her elbow, her hand wandering down to her own clit, rubbing slow circles as she watched Leon pound into Ira.
"Good girl," Seraphine murmured, her voice husky. "Take it all. Take everything he gives you."
Ira's response was a strangled moan, her pussy clenching around him.
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Hours passed. Time lost meaning.
