"Oh god—oh god—!" Fauna sobbed, her fingers clawing at Anya's back.
Every time he entered her, it was a shock of pure, blinding pleasure, the stretch, the burn, the profound wrongness of it making it feel a thousand times more intense.
She could feel Anya's body jolting against hers with each of Mika's thrusts into her.
"He's—he's in me—!" Anya choked out, her composure utterly shattered. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, her mouth hanging open. "Then he's in you—then back—Mika, Mika—!"
"You like that?" Mika grunted, sweat dripping from his brow onto their tangled bodies. "You like being fucked back-to-back? Knowing my cock is in you one second and your mother the next?"
"Yes!" They cried in unison, their voices blending into a single, desperate wail.
Mika chuckled as he watched his cock disappear into his mother's stretched, dripping hole. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Anya's hair, yanking her head back.
"You feel that, Anya? Feel how wet she is?"
