Luna's fingers dug into her own thighs, her nails leaving half-moon marks on her skin as she tried to hold onto something solid. Her legs trembled, and I could see the effort it took for her to keep them in place.
"Fuck," I groaned, feeling the heat of her body envelop me completely. "You feel so good."
Carrie's breath hitched again, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone. She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed as she watched us.
I began to move with slow thrusts that made Luna's body shudder with each motion. Her moans filled the room.
"You like this, don't you?" I asked, my voice rough with need. "Being used by me?"
Her whimpers were her only response, but they were enough. I could feel her body responding to mine, her muscles relaxing and then tightening around me in a rhythm that matched my own.
"Tell me," I demanded, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. "Tell me how much you love this."
