Sylvia let out a low moan as her hips rocked forward, the lips of her pussy dragging wetly along Don's cock, her slick coating his shaft in thick wet streaks.
A hot drip of arousal seeped from her folds—mingling with the pre-cum beading at his tip, the sticky mixture smearing as she ground down, her inner thighs trembling with every slow roll of her hips.
Summer whimpered—her own thighs quivering as she hovered just above him, her dripping slit barely brushing his length, her body hesitating despite the needy pulse between her legs.
Don groaned—his fingers digging into the meaty flesh of Summer's asscheek, the heat of her skin seeping into his palm as he guided her trembling hips downward.
His other hand squeezed Sylvia's slick curves—ah~—her wetness smearing against his fingers as she rocked harder, her wet folds dragging along his cock in a slow, sticky glide.
