Switching to Seraphina, her breasts even fuller, wrapping him in softness. Thrusting between them, the sensation amplified—warm, yielding flesh massaging every inch. "Deeper—fuck my tits, Xavier! Begging for more," she cried.
They alternated tit fucking, tongues joining, orgasms from earlier echoing in new builds. Xavier finally released between Celene's breasts, hot spurts painting her skin, intense pleasure crashing.
But more missionary followed, positions layering—Xavier on top of one, the other riding his face. Orgasms intensified, bodies quaking, lust endless.
