I let her arms go and leaned my full weight onto her, my chest crushing her into Kayla. I wrapped one arm around her neck, pulling her close as my other hand swept the damp hair from her face. I trailed a line of burning kisses down her shoulder, following the elegant curve of her spine before straightening up to grab her by the waist. I didn't hold back, pushing into her with everything I had left. She was leaking for me, a constant, slick flow that made every thrust sound like a heavy splash.
"I love you," I muttered, the words raw and honest. I delivered a sharp, stinging smack to her ass—the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room. "I fucking love you."
"Me, now," Kayla moaned from beneath her, her hands reaching up to squeeze her own breasts. "Fuck my tight little pussy, Evan. I'm starving."
"Evan…" Mendy's voice cracked, her breath hitching in a high-pitched whistle. "I'm close… I can't…"
