"Ah... ahhn, ah, ah... ahhhnnn, ahh, ahhh, ahhhhnnnnnn~... ahhh...~"
"Ahh, ahh, ahhhh... ah... ahh... ahhhh~... Ahh, ah, ahh... ahhhh...~"
Their voices echoed in a tangled symphony of lust as I kept thrusting, hips moving rhythmically, alternating between their tight, dripping holes.
The sensation of slamming into both their asses, slick with mixed arousal, was intoxicating—wet, warm, and clenching—like heaven made flesh.
Their juices blended into a slippery mess, coating my shaft every time I pushed in and pulled out, leaving wet, obscene sounds behind.
The pleasure of plunging into their already ruined holes was something primal, something that gripped me by the spine and refused to let go.
Each thrust brought out different reactions—
Tris would tighten around me unexpectedly, her pussy squeezing like a vice before releasing in slow pulses, followed by a sudden suction that pulled at my cock as if begging for more.
