The crack of my palm against Ravina's soaked, swollen pussy echoed through the room like a gunshot. Her body arched violently, her back snapping off the bed as her thighs trembled, her toes curling into the sheets. Then—
"Aaaaaaaaaaah—! N-No—! Ah—! Ah—! Aaaah—! Aaaaaaaah—!"
Her scream was raw, guttural, the sound of a woman shattered by pleasure.
A torrent of fluid burst from her, soaking the sheets, her inner thighs, even drenching my hand as she convulsed, her fingers clawing at the mattress before her body went limp, collapsing into the wet mess she'd made. Her chest heaved, her skin flushed, her pussy still twitching in the aftermath.
I grinned, my cock throbbing at the sight of her—broken, spent, perfect. But the night wasn't over.
Agatha was already curled against me, her full, heavy tits pressing into my side, her hairy cunt warm where my cock rested against her.
