(iv)The c****x was savage, screaming in like whirlwind to carry Carla away.
She moaned and snorted, making a fuss, writhing as she kept on f*****g onto the fingers. Carla was vaguely aware the other boys were gasping and voicing shock, her body actively rejecting the oldest boy’s fingers, a jet of viscous liquid squirting forth while Carla sobbed her joy, a second and third spurt of fluid splashing onto the sofa.
Carla’s p***y gaped and clenched, core glistening and pink.
“God … Oh f*****g God, that feels so good,” Carla moaned.
She groaned and shuddered, the oldest boy’s attention on his fingers before he glanced at the stain on the sofa.
He stared for a few seconds, then looked at Carla’s vulva.
“I’ma gonna suck that right outta your p***y, Mrs. J,” he growled.
The boy jacked his
