Sugar - Part 3

Dirty girls fold forward, foreheads damn near on the carpet, asses high and spread. One thick cock slides right in, no teasing, just hard rhythm pounding that hole until the slapping turns nasty. Their tits swing beneath them, knuckles white on the sheets while each deep thrust knocks moans loose from their throats. Lube drips down their thighs; another girl’s already slick hand comes in to spread the mess and finger a stretched rim so it gapes wider for the next stroke. She looks back with a filthy grin, telling him to hit it harder, that she wants to feel it in her spine tomorrow. Every withdrawal shines wet under the lights before he slams home again, hips smacking ass, bed frame rattling, sweat flying, and neither one slowing down until the grin turns to wide-eyed gasps and broken praise for how full she is.