She snapped. Back arched impossibly, massive tits thrust forward, a guttural scream tearing loose as her pussy locked down and gushed over my cock in violent, pulsing waves. Hot slick soaked my balls and thighs. I kept thrusting up into the clenching heat until she was sobbing, drooling, body jerking through the aftershocks. Finally she collapsed forward onto my chest, trembling, then rolled off and flopped beside Jasmine, thighs still twitching, cum dripping in slow rivers.
Nala crawled forward on all fours, slow and predatory, eyes locked on my cock, half-soft and shining with Delilah's cum.
She wrapped one elegant hand around the base and started stroking: long, slick pulls from root to tip, twisting gently at the head, thumb spreading the mess everywhere.
"Poor baby," she murmured, voice pure sin. "Can't have you going soft when every girl in this room is dripping for you."
