They still hadn’t pulled out.
Zoe was a trembling, sweat-slick mess between them on the living-room rug, both c***s still buried deep—Lucas in her cunt, Ryan in her ass. Every tiny shift sent fresh aftershocks through her. Her arms had given out completely. She could only lie there shaking, cheek pressed to Lucas’s chest, while they stayed locked inside her stretched holes.
Ryan moved first.
He pulled almost all the way out of her ass, then slammed back in hard enough to force a broken cry from her throat. At the same time his open hand cracked across her right ass cheek—sharp, loud, stinging. The sound echoed in the quiet house. Zoe jerked between them.
“f**k—”
Another spank landed on the other side, harder. The skin bloomed red under his palm. He kept thrusting while he did it, shor
