Inside of Jess

The rhythm is brutal now—Jess slamming down onto Andy’s thick cock with wet, obscene slaps, your ring-made pussy gripping him like a velvet fist, walls fluttering each time you bottom out. Isabella grinds shamelessly on Andy’s face, her soft thighs framing his head, pussy dripping down his chin as his tongue spears deep inside her, then flicks relentlessly over her swollen clit.

Andy’s hands dig into Jess’s hips, guiding your bounces harder, faster. His cock throbs violently inside you, the head dragging against that perfect spot with every thrust. You feel him swell even thicker, his balls drawing up tight against your ass.

“Fuck—I’m gonna—” Andy growls into Isabella’s pussy, the vibration sending her over first.

Isabella screams, back arching sharply as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy gushes against Andy’s mouth, hot juices flooding his tongue and dripping down his neck. She grinds through it, thighs shaking, hands fisting the headboard as wave after wave pulses from her clit.

The sight and feel of her coming undone tips Andy. He thrusts up hard one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside Jess, and unloads—thick, heavy ropes of cum shooting deep, painting your walls white. The heat of it, the forceful pulses, send you spiraling. Your pussy clamps down in rhythmic spasms, milking every drop as your own orgasm rips through you—sharp, blinding pleasure radiating from your core, clit throbbing against his base, juices mixing with his cum as you grind through the aftershocks.

All three of you are shaking, moaning, riding the peak together.

When the tremors finally ease, Isabella slides off Andy’s face with a wet sound, his chin and lips shiny with her release. She doesn’t hesitate—moving down the bed with dark, hungry eyes fixed on where Andy’s softening cock is still buried inside Jess, cum already starting to leak out around the seal.

“Stay just like that,” she whispers, voice hoarse.

Andy slips out slowly, a thick gush of his cum following, dripping from Jess’s stretched, flushed pussy. Isabella leans in immediately—tongue flat and broad, licking up the mess from your outer lips first, then delving inside. She moans at the taste—salty, warm, mixed with your own slick arousal—sucking gently to draw more out, tongue fucking shallowly into you to scoop every drop.

You shudder, oversensitive, fingers threading into her curls as she cleans you thoroughly, lips sealing around your entrance, swallowing greedily. When she’s satisfied, she crawls up to kiss you deeply—sharing the taste of Andy’s cum and your combined release on her tongue.

Andy watches, chest heaving.