Not wanting to leave Lyra out, I pulled out of Cersei's ass with a wet pop, her hole gaping momentarily, pink and stretched, a dribble of lube and her arousal trailing from it. Lyra whimpered in anticipation, her own ass presented high, cheeks spread by her hands, revealing the puckered entrance still slick from our previous play.
I positioned the head of my cock at her rear, pressing forward slowly at first to let her adjust, then ramming in deep with a single, forceful thrust. She shattered almost immediately—her body convulsing, a sharp scream escaping her lips as her ass tightened like a vice around me, the spasms rippling through her entire frame.
I rammed her relentlessly, my hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm, balls slapping against her dripping pussy below. Her fingers dug into the fabric beneath her, her legs quaking, and I could feel her pushing back desperately, chasing the overwhelming fullness.
