The door to the private booth swung open without a knock. Joash strode in naked, his c**k already semi-hard and swinging between his legs, body glistening from the night's exertions. He eyed the scene with a predatory smirk, his gaze locking on Amelia's bouncing ass. 'Looks like you're giving my little plaything a proper workout, LeBron. Mind if I join for one last f**k before I head home? Can't leave without filling that sloppy hole again.'
LeBron didn't slow his thrusts, his c**k pistoning in and out of Amelia's dripping p***y with wet, obscene sounds. He chuckled deeply, sweat dripping onto her back. 'Hell no, I don't mind tag-teaming this juicy p***y. s**t, I can't control myself when I'm buried in her—feels like she was made for double stuffing.' Amelia whimpered at his words, her bo
