John becomes a mere spectator while Elisabeth continues to ravage Jane's pussy

John couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him. The sensual display of Elisabeth lavishing Jane's quivering pussy was a captivating sight, and he found himself utterly entranced. So engrossed was he in their passionate encounter that he unintentionally halted his own sexual rhythm with Elisabeth.

Elisabeth's sultry voice had effectively redirected his attention, reminding him of the tantalising show that was still unfolding in front of him.

"John," Elisabeth purred, her fingers continuing to expertly working Jane's wet pussy. "Why don't you scoot over and just enjoy the view, darling, if you're not going to deliver?"

A pang of desire and longing coursed through John. He yearned to be an active part of the erotic scene, to feel the intoxicating warmth of Elisabeth's pussy. But at the same time, he was captivated by the fervour with which Elisabeth was pleasuring Jane, and he didn't want to disrupt their passionate connection.

His gaze drifted towards Jane, who had her eyes closed, completely consumed by the pleasure coursing through her. Her fingers danced sensuously on Elisabeth's shoulder, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure she was receiving.

Ultimately, John made a choice. He gently withdrew from Elisabeth's quivering pussy, feeling a twinge of regret at leaving her warmth, and silently moved a few steps away. There, he positioned himself to watch the sultry scene play out before him, his hand instinctively finding his hard, aching shaft.

With rapt attention, John observed Elisabeth's eager submission. She lowered her whole body to the floor, her mouth now even closer to Jane's dripping pussy. Her tongue and lips continued their explicit exploration, and John was mesmerised by the seductive dance of pleasure between the two women.

He watched in awe as Jane arched her back, her hips bucking into Elisabeth's face, each movement a testament to her overwhelming desire. One of Jane's hands strayed from Elisabeth's shoulder, tenderly caressing her, strengthening the intimate connection.

The steam room had transformed into an oasis of explicit, unrestrained pleasure, and John's senses were electrified by the erotic display that unfolded before him. His girlfriend, lost in the throes of ecstasy, was leaning back, grinding her hips into Elisabeth's eager mouth. Elisabeth's shapely buttocks wiggled enticingly as she fervently pleasured Jane, their passion burning brighter with each passing moment.