The heavy globes of Celia's chest flopped helplessly, the stiffened peaks repeatedly smacking against her lowest ribs with a wet, slapping rhythm.
Nara's flat tongue coated his skin in warm spit.
She hummed, her throat closing around the base as her trained mouth worshipped the dense, heavy sphere with wet, greedy smacks.
Gia squirmed as the vacuum on her breast grew cruel.
"Master... more... bruise my boob until it's numb...♡"
He let Celia go.
She crashed onto the sand, her pale limbs sprawling. Behind her, the overused, red ring gaped into a hollow circle, spasming weakly as it mourned the sudden loss of his stretch.
His rough hands clamped onto Nara's waist.
Dragging her to the side, he shoved her torso down over the curved bark of the sun-bleached log, forcing her pale, dimpled ass high into the air.
He lined up his dark tip.
One ruthless forward lunge buried him to the hilt.
