Jason nodded, and together they carefully turned Clara around. Once she was repositioned, George pushed his c**k into Clara’s p***y.
“f**k! Her p***y is so f*****g wet,” George growled, thrusting deep.
At the same time, Jason drove into Clara’s ass, his voice ragged. “Her ass is so tight… I think it might snap my c**k,” he hissed.
Parker watched, his own arousal a tight, aching knot. He moved to the head of the altar, his fingers tangling in Clara’s hair, not to cause pain, but to claim her attention. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low rasp.
Clara’s eyes, glazed with pleasure, fluttered open. Parker guided his c**k to her lips, and she opened for him without hesitation, her tongue meeting his c**k in a wet, eager caress.
She took him deep into her throat, the sounds of her
