Frau Müller looked down.
Her own chest had been commandeered. She didn't care. The crimson cockhead appeared and disappeared between their four pressed-together breasts with the slick, relentless rhythm of a man who was close and intended to get there.
PAH PAH PAAAH!
"Hngh~!" — Veronica.
"Mmhh~♫ Haaahn~ Your cock feels so perfect between us~♡" — Frau Müller.
His jaw tightened.
One hand pressed the mash of tits tighter.
"Don't move," he said.
He thrust twice more.
Then — the full, white-hot release — his cock pulsed between their chests, painting Veronica's throat in one long streak, crossing Frau Müller's lower lip and chin in the second, the warm, thick evidence of the entire night landing across both women's faces with the flat, honest finality of something that had been building for hours.
Frau Müller's mouth opened on instinct.
Her tongue caught what landed there. "Mmm~♫ So warm and thick~"
