Minne, still on top of Kayla, reached back with one small hand and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my face back down to her pussy. I obliged—tongue plunging inside her, sucking her clit hard, moaning against her folds while I kept fucking Kayla with steady, powerful strokes. Minne's whimpers turned into high, desperate cries, hips grinding down against my mouth.
The room was a symphony of wet sounds—slaps of skin on skin, my cock plunging into Kayla's ass, Nala's mouth working my balls with wet pops and slurps, Tessa's tongue licking wherever she could reach, Jasmine's fingers working her own pussy, Minne's high whimpers, Kayla's low moans, Kim's soft encouragements.
I reached up with one hand and delivered a firm smack to Kayla's right cheek—hard enough to make the flesh ripple and bloom red. She cried out—sharp, needy—pushing back harder.
"Yes… spank me… do it more… I love it…"
