Inside of Amy

You’re on your back, hips snapping upward in deep, steady thrusts, burying your cock to the hilt inside Amy’s tight, perfect pussy with every stroke. Amy rides you hard, her petite body bouncing, blonde hair swinging wildly, perky breasts jiggling as she grinds her clit against your base on each downstroke. Her ring-made walls grip you like a vice, slick and hot, fluttering each time you bottom out.

Above you, Isabella straddles your face, her soft thighs framing your head, her soaked pussy pressed firmly against your mouth. Your tongue works her relentlessly—spearing deep into her entrance, then flicking fast circles over her swollen clit, sucking gently before plunging back inside. Isabella’s juices coat your chin and cheeks, dripping down your neck as she rocks against you, hands braced on the headboard, heavy breasts swaying with every grind.

The room is nothing but wet sounds and **** moans: the obscene squelch of Amy’s pussy taking your cock, the slick slide of your tongue in Isabella’s folds, Amy’s high whimpers and Isabella’s deeper cries.

You feel the pressure building fast—Amy’s perfect cunt squeezing you rhythmically, her arousal dripping down your balls. You groan into Isabella’s pussy, the vibration making her gasp and grind harder.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn, voice muffled against her.

Amy slams down once more and stays seated, rolling her hips in tight circles. “Inside me,” she pants. “Fill me up.”

That’s all it takes.

You thrust up hard, burying yourself deep as your orgasm hits—thick, hot ropes of cum pulsing into Amy’s pussy, flooding her, coating her walls white. The sensation of being filled pushes Amy over the edge; her tight channel spasms wildly around you, milking every drop as she comes with a sharp cry, body shaking, fresh wetness gushing out to mix with your release.

The clench of Amy’s orgasm and the taste of Isabella’s arousal send Isabella tumbling after. She grinds down hard on your tongue, thighs clamping around your head as she comes—pussy pulsing, flooding your mouth with her release, juices running down your face as she sobs your name.

All three of you ride the wave together—bodies locked, trembling, connected.

When the aftershocks fade, Isabella lifts off your face with a wet sound, breathless and flushed. Amy slowly rises, your softening cock slipping out with a thick gush of your cum following—white and creamy, leaking from her flushed, stretched pussy in slow rivulets down her inner thighs.

Isabella doesn’t hesitate.

She moves down the bed, pushing Amy gently onto her back and spreading her legs wide. Leaning in, Isabella presses her mouth to Amy’s dripping pussy—tongue delving inside immediately, lapping up the mixed mess of your cum and Amy’s arousal. She moans at the taste, sucking gently to draw more out, tongue fucking shallowly into Amy’s sensitive hole, cleaning every drop with slow, deliberate licks.

Amy whimpers, oversensitive, fingers threading into Isabella’s dark curls as she watches your girlfriend eat your load straight from her cunt.

You watch too, chest heaving, cock already twitching back to life at the sight.

Isabella pulls back only when she’s satisfied—lips shiny, chin wet, a satisfied smile on her face.

She crawls up to kiss Amy deeply, sharing the taste, then turns to kiss you the same way.