Jasmine hummed approval against my skin, fingers moving faster—tight little circles, then light flicks. Nala's walls clenched hard around me; she slammed down once, twice, grinding deep. A sharp cry tore from her throat as the first orgasm hit—her whole body locking up, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing in rhythmic waves around my cock. She rode through it, hips jerking erratically, milking me with every spasm until she collapsed forward, forehead resting on my shoulder, panting.
"Shit… one already," she laughed breathlessly. "You two are dangerous."
Jasmine kissed the side of Nala's neck, then leaned over to capture my mouth in a slow, deep kiss—tongue sliding against mine while her hand kept working Nala's oversensitive clit in gentle strokes. Nala whimpered into the kiss, hips starting to roll again almost immediately.
"Again?" Jasmine teased softly. "Greedy girl."
