Gia's breathy giggle died in her throat.
The sudden shift in the air was palpable just before Raven's broad palm cracked across Nara's left breast. The sharp sound echoed against the crashing waves.
"Kya—! Master—!"
Nara's slender frame jerked sideways. The tender, flushed peak of her breast burned with a fresh, stinging heat.
Hot tears welled in her wide eyes. Gritty beach sand clung stubbornly to the slick, musky sheen of her inner thighs.
His hand swung outward, catching Gia next.
The brutal impact landed squarely on her plush, tan cleavage. The soft mound rippled under the blunt force. Her stiffened, dark nipple scraped against her own arm as the soft flesh rebounded.
She let out a sharp cry, collapsing forward until her impressive bust mashed softly against her drawn-up knees.
Celia flinched, retreating a few inches. Her swollen, glistening folds still leaked thick trails of pearlescent juice from their earlier ruin.
