Izzy’s p***y dripped, soaking Dominic’s balls with every deep thrust. Her body writhed against him, breasts bouncing, mouth full of muffled cries as she tried to keep up with his relentless pace.
“Whose p***y is it?” Dominic demanded, thrusting faster, harder, his hips driving into her with urgent force.
“Yours!” Izzy gasped, her words ragged and wet. “All yours… f**k me more!”
He gripped her hips, sliding a hand down to rub her c**t, moving faster with every stroke, pushing her closer to the edge.
Ray’s moans grew louder too, her hips rolling as she shoved the dildo in and out of her own dripping p***y, lost in her own pleasure while keeping her eyes on them.
The room was filled with the sounds of wet, frantic movement… thrusts, moans, slaps of skin.
Izzy’s body shuddered violently
