Give Kendra the big finish.

While Mrs. Levine gets her breath back, you turn your attention to Kendra. She's leaning back against the wall, looking at you with hopeful eyes and spreading her pussy apart with two fingers. It's all ready, just for you. Gliding a hand along her raised leg, you plunge into her without hesitation, raising her up on her tiptoes as you hilt her.

You fondle her sweet tits and ass, making sure you get a feel of everything on the menu while she bounces up and down on your dick. Kendra's face is contorted in bliss, losing herself in disbelief over how good you feel inside of her. Her tight pussy is dripping with juice, running down your legs, and her sweaty skin is almost sticking to yours. Suddenly, you're sandwiched between another hot body. You can feel Mrs. Levine's rocking tits jiggling against your back each time you thrust into Kendra, and her hands are exploring your chest and stomach while she coos in your ear.

"Mmmm, that's it, you little stud. Follow your instincts. Stick that fat meat inside her and watch her lose her mind." Mrs. Levine hisses. "That's what bitches like us were put on this Earth for. It's all we ever think about." Kendra is fighting for breath and yelping every time you **** yourself back inside her wet snatch. Her face seems flushed and her cheeks are red.

"She's ready for you to finish her off. Ooh, she's craving it, **** for it."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my God, John! Nnngnh, just cum, fucking cum inside me! Please, I just need you to cum right now!" Kendra is practically whimpering.

"You heard her, John. Be a bad little boy and fill her up. No condoms for you, a king takes his bitches raw!" Mrs. Levine delightedly whispers. With a final spurt of strength, you nearly lift Kendra off of her feet, splaying her out against the wall and pumping her full of your seed. She can feel the heat spurting inside her slit, and she throws her head back, gasping wordlessly. Mrs. Levine cradles your balls as you cum, and her delicate touch jolts another round from you. Kendra is clasping at your shoulders, stringy, tousled hair falling around your face.