W-what?—Esmeralda's hand paused mid-stroke on Elion's throbbing cock, her confidence cracking for a split second.
She hadn't thought she'd hear that sound coming out of Esmeralda's lips, which was odd, given the situation. What was she supposed to do, remain silent the whole time?
But only Esmeralda and Ophelia knew why they would have such thoughts.
But Elion gave her no time to process, his right hand mirroring the left with brutal efficiency, plunging into the plush expanse of her massive ass cheek. His fingers sank deep into the yielding fat, burying up to the knuckles in the soft, jiggling flesh that overflowed in his grasp.
His middle finger, questing instinctively, brushed the puckered rim of her asshole before sliding lower, finding the slick entrance of her pussy instead.
He didn't hesitate—pushing forward with raw strength, the finger breached her folds and delved inside, curling against the folds that clenched greedily around the intruding finger.
