A sharp spank drew a moan from her, and then Luis gripped her hips and thrust inside again, pulling a satisfied whimper from her lips.
Still panting, she asked in confusion, "Where… where did she go?"
"She" meant Maria, who had been arguing with her just moments before but had now fallen completely silent, as if she'd vanished. Yana couldn't help but wonder.
"Oh, she's feeling a little shy now."
"That little spitfire? Shy?"
But under Luis's steady thrusting, Yana's words soon dissolved into moans. Luis tugged at Maria, who resisted slightly, but the man's will was stronger, and her struggles were useless.
When Yana reached her second climax, she was nearly faint with pleasure. Gasping sweetly, she pleaded, "Let me rest a bit… you go and take her…"
Slowly, the man pulled his cock free. Yana collapsed limply onto the bed, murmuring dreamily, "It's too deep from behind… doing it lying down is much more comfortable…"
"Little sister, your turn now…"
