Keep fucking.

“MMMmmmm, t-this is a-aHH-amazing, baby.” Lydia purred quietly to Mark, still stammering slightly as the orgasm still rippled through her ebony-black body, whilst the screams and cum sprays of Tanya and Mary began to soften and diminish. Taking a quick moment to push her cum-coated, soaking-wet hair, slicked-backed together over her ears and down her back, before resuming the kiss, Lydia felt the unremitting hunger begin to re-assertive itself over her body and soul.

“I-I need y-you to cum in-inside me. I-I'm s-still cum-cuming to h-hard to fuck you m-myself. You're gonna h-Hhh-have to f-fuck me. P-please, I-I n-need you t-to fuck me til you c-cumMMMM.”

Lydia was barely able to focus her gaze on Mark's eyes as she stammered through her words, the pleasure and burning desire for his cum obviously overcoming her once again. Raising her body up off Mark's chest, Lydia, her hands pushing either side of her head, overwhelmed with the sensory ecstasy her sumptuous, heaving, night-black tits rising and falling with each heavy breath, droplets of watery cum running in rivulets down her face and body, began moving her shapely hips gyrating in slow, sensuous circles, grinding the thick, throbbing cocks pushed up, deep inside each of her tight, squeezing holes, hard and longingly against the walls of her insides.

“Y-yes Mark,” Tanya added, her own voice stumbling through her thick haze of orgasmic euphoria, her eyes still closed as she knelt quivering, impaled atop his throbbing, fore-arm cock. “P-please. We-we need your c-cum.”

“F-fuck my M-mom, baby,” Mary's voice joined in. “W-we can f-fuck ourselves on y-you. F-fuck my M-Mom as ha-AH-hard a-as y-you can. F-fill us all. F-fill us with y-your c-cuMMMM!”

“Yes, my Queens,” Mark growled hurriedly in reply. Uncoiling his clenched fists and extending his fingers, the gigantic, Hell-Knight felt Mary and Tanya's hands quickly slide into his. Holding the two, gorgeous Succubi steady as they re-positioned their feet underneath themselves, their tight, dripping-wet pussies still stuffed full with his massive cock-limbs, Mark firmly braced his elbows on the cushion of the bed-throne ready to take the **** and weight of their soon-to-be bucking and thrashing bodies. “Take it! Take it my Queens! Take it all!” Mark shouted with a growling roar, giving his hips a powerful, upward thrust.

“YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!” Lydia screamed with absolute carnal bliss as her body was lifted upwards by Mark's thrusting hips, her cock-stuffed pussy and asshole squeezing tight at the twin, thick, throbbing pillars as they pushed up, deep inside her. With a momentary pulsation of the alleviating pleasure of relief, as Mark's pelvis descended back down to the bed-throne and his twin, colossal fuck-poles slid several inches of their monumental lengths, down and out of her two, tight, constricting, fuck-ravaged channels, Lydia allowed herself a second of reprieve from the constant climax of utter orgasmic strain, from being stretched and stuffed to her limit. However, in the same second, the satisfaction of release was powerfully overwhelmed by the constant, burning need for utter fulfillment, and her hips quickly pushed downwards to forcefully re-impale herself upon the full length and heft of Mark's titanic, twin-cocks.

“AAHHHHHH! FUCK! YEEAAAAASSSSS!”

Planting both of her talon-fingered hands atop Mark's bulging, grey, pecs to steady herself, Lydia flashed the mighty, Demonic, Hell-Knight a wide, dazzling smile as her body was racked with multiple, overlapping orgasms.