He pulled out of Sugar's almond hole with a brutal, obscene 'pop', the sound so filthy and wet it made Nano flinch where she lay.
Sugar collapsed forward, her large body dropping like dead weight against the soaked mattress. Her ass stayed high in the air by pure habit now, her ruined almond hole gaping open, swollen red, thick white foam dribbling out in slow, obscene rivulets down the curve of her thigh.
Her heavy tits mashed flat against the sheets. Her chin was still wet from her own spit.
She couldn't speak. Just breathed — long, ragged pulls of air that shook her whole frame.
He stood over them both, chest barely heaving, cock still thick and slick and brutally hard, glistening under the dim light with the combined mess of both women.
He wasn't done.
He grabbed Sugar first.
Not gently. Not with warning.
