Julius's thrusts slowed just enough to pull out of Harper's quivering p***y with a wet schlick, his thick c**k glistening with her juices, veins pulsing angrily.
He eyed Raymond, who was still kneeling beside her, d**k hard and slick from her mouth, sweat beading on his commanding brow.
Harper lay there panting, her curvy body a map of bruises, her perky t**s heaving, p***y lips swollen and leaking c*m onto the carpet.
Exhaustion tugged at her limbs, but the fire in her core hadn't died—watching the two men, her hand drifted down instinctively, fingers circling her throbbing c**t as anticipation built.
'Enough for her,' Julius growled, his voice rough like gravel, eyes burning with ruthless hunger fixed on Raymond. 'You replace this slut, boss. Get on your f*****g knees and be my bitch
