Nathalie's body moved with a desperate, rhythmic urgency, her pussy grinding against my cock through the thin lace of her panties, the fabric now soaked with her arousal. Her breath came in ragged, shameful gasps as she pressed my face deeper between her heavy tits, the soft flesh smothering me, her nipples brushing against my lips with every movement.
"Mmm... feel how hard you make me..." she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of humiliation and need, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made my cock throb painfully against my pants.
Angela's laughter cut through the air, sharp and mocking, her fingers tracing the damp lace of Nathalie's panties before suddenly gripping the waistband and yanking it aside.
"Oh, look at her," Angela taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic delight as she exposed Nathalie's thick, dark pubic curls, the glistening pink folds beneath already swollen and dripping.
