Talk about erotic overload. Mitchell just about shot his cream into Francine's mouth when he saw Alejandro's long, smooth prick thrust into her. He knew she enjoyed it from the way her mouth went slack around him as she lost focus, to the visual evidence in her shaking body that rocked back against the c**k slamming her.
The jealousy he'd once feared didn't surface. Instead, he found himself riveted and part of the action, as excited watching her getting pumped as if he slid into her himself. He could no longer form coherent sentences or he would have told Francine how beautiful he found it. How arousing. Letting his c**k slip from her slack mouth, he moved to the side, unable to stop himself from taking a closer look, his hand stroking his d**k as he watched.
"She has such a responsive
