Nathalie kept slapping and rubbing Anya's clit through the entire explosion—drawing out every shudder, every gush—while hissing filthy taunts. "That's it—piss all over my husband's dick—you nasty bitch—look at the mess—your squirt's everywhere—now he's gonna pump your womb full—leave you leaking worse than me—cum harder, slut—milk him dry—"
Olivia twisted her fingers deeper into Anya's spasming asshole, pumping fast. "Feel that? Your shithole's gaping now—loose and hungry—bet you'll beg for a cock up there next—cum again—squeeze him till he unloads—make him breed your filthy cunt—"
I groaned into Nancy's soaked panties—tongue still buried against her ass through the fabric—hips bucking up hard into Anya's convulsing heat. "Fuck—Anya—your pussy's strangling me—clenching so fucking tight—gonna cum—gonna flood your womb—ahh—take it—take every drop—"
