Jamal chuckled, his hips slapping against her ass. “Fuck, this is hot,” she murmured, her eyes locked onto Timber’s body, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her pussy glistening with juices. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, their grunts, their laughs, and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh. Cyrus, phone angled perfectly, captured every moment. Maury, his cock still hard, stroked it slowly, watching the scene unfold. She looked down at him, her eyes wide with surprise and a twisted mix of fear and excitement. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling with each thrust. He turned to Jamal, who was still pounding into her ass. She was lost in a sea of lust, her body betraying her with each movement, each sound, each sensation. She rolled her eyes, turning back to her mower, but they started sauntering towards her. She moaned, her body arching, her muscles tensing. She was eager, her body trembling with anticipation. Suddenly, she sensed eyes on her. Inside her house, Maury pushed her to the kitchen table, and she squealed as her bikini top was torn off, leaving her big tits exposed. The teens laughed, their cocks still hard, eager for more. “Fuck, look at her go.
