Jamal, still pounding into her ass, grunted. Maury, his cock still hard, stroked it slowly, watching the scene unfold. She could see the desire in his eyes, the same desire that was coursing through her veins. They switched her to all fours, presenting her wet ass. Cyrus, his cock still hard, moved closer, his phone recording every angle. He pulled away, his eyes locked onto hers. Petro whined, his hips thrusting as he came, his knot pulsing inside her. She rolled her eyes, turning back to her mower, but they started sauntering towards her. And she was ready to comply, her body on fire, her orgasm building with each thrust, each lick, each touch. Jamal, still pounding into her ass, grunted. She moaned into his mouth, her body trembling with each thrust, each lick, each touch. “You’re gonna come for us, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low. She moaned, her body pushing back against their touches, eager for more. He pawed at her leg, his wet nose nudging her thigh again.
