I sat down on the couch next to Carrie, who lay sprawled out, her body limp and panting. Her chest heaved with each breath, her eyes glazed over as she tried to come down from her intense orgasm. I spread my legs apart, my cock throbbing and slick, standing proud and demanding attention.
Luna returned a moment later, a glass of water in hand. She offered it to me, and I took it, drinking deeply before setting it on the coffee table. "You sluts should do all the work," I said, leaning back against the couch cushions. "Not me. I'm fucking tired."
Before I could finish my sentence, Luna was already moving. She straddled my lap, one hand holding the phone to continue recording, the other wrapping around my cock. She guided it to her asshole, lowering herself onto me with a soft moan.
"Fuck," I groaned, feeling the loose, gaping muscles of her ass envelop me. "Your ass is so loose, I can barely feel anything."
