Mia’s eyes flicked up at him, heart pounding, as Adrian’s thick c**k filled her mouth, hot and slick with saliva. She bobbed her head slowly, tasting him, the salt of his skin, the pulse of desire that trembled beneath her tongue. Adrian leaned back against the plush leather couch, one hand tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper with each relentless thrust.
Behind her, Gavin’s heavy hands gripped her hips, his c**k slick and swollen, sliding wet and hot into her tight, dripping p***y. Each thrust was deep and greedy, hips slamming forward as he f****d her relentlessly, the slick friction causing waves of sharp, delicious pain that blended seamlessly with pleasure.
Tristan knelt close behind Gavin, warm lube slick on his hands as he spread Gavin’s ass cheeks wide. The thick head of Trist
