Funny Bone - Part 2

She’s wet already, cunt clenching like it wants you to pick a hole and go to work. You grab those skinny hips and ram straight into her tight little pussy—no warm-up, no mercy—just smooth, meaty strokes that make her gasp and claw the sheets. Her juices coat your shaft in seconds, slick and loud, the kind of squelch that makes your balls tighten. You pull out halfway, angle up, then sink back in to the root, hitting that spongy spot that has her toes curling and her eyes rolling back. She begs for the other one, voice ragged, so you flip her, spread those cheeks, and drive straight into her puckered little hole. It’s greedy as fuck, sucking you in, gripping so hard you laugh through your teeth. You fuck her there until her ass is red from your grip and she’s drooling into the pillow, every thrust pushing her tiny body forward. Then you switch—pussy again, asshole again—whatever’s closest, whichever hole is winking at you that second. She comes first, sobbing and shaking, cunt pulsing around nothing, ass fluttering, both holes used raw and shiny. You don’t stop until you’re ready to blow, then you yank out and paint both of them white, watching the cum drip down her used slit and into her already-fucked ass.