The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds, sharp slaps of skin on skin, Asha's broken high-pitched moans rising into desperate cries, Maya's low desperate whimpers as she fingered herself faster beside us, the bed creaking rhythmically under my relentless thrusts, sea breeze cool through the open balcony doors, waves crashing distant below in a steady roar.
"Ahh… I'm coming, Asha," I groaned, voice rough and strained, the pressure building to the breaking point. My cock swelled thicker inside her impossibly tight pussy, head throbbing with every deep plunge, balls tightening heavy and full, ready to flood her womb.
Suddenly Maya got alarmed and came to us, stopping her fingering mid-stroke. She crawled closer on her knees across the bed, eyes wide with sudden panic, hand reaching instinctively toward Asha's hip as if to shield her daughter from what was about to happen.
