Each thrust drove her forward an inch on the sheet. Each thrust made Lira's nose press harder into her clit from below. Each thrust made Sova's suction intensify on her breast as the catkin swallowed what her body kept producing.
She was being used from three directions by three people who were clearly experienced at this.
She had never once in her life been used from 'one' direction by someone who knew what they were doing.
''My pussy—'' she thought, distantly, her tongue against the silk.
''My pussy is — without anyone touching it — it's—''
She gushed.
Not from anyone touching her there. Just from — all of it. The cock in her ass and the mouth on her clit and the hands on her breast and the sounds around her and the weight of him — her pussy clenched on nothing and released a flood that soaked Lira's upturned face and the sheet beneath them both.
"'AANGHH~!! AHH — AAAHH — I'M — WHY IS MY — HNGH~!!'"
