She screamed into the mattress. Her ass driving backward despite everything, her body's assessment completely at odds with her stated position on the matter.
Beside her, Minjung watched this exchange with an expression that had crossed from shock through fascination and landed somewhere else entirely. Her phone was on the stand but she had her personal phone in her hand now — secondary footage, she'd decided, the angle the stand camera couldn't cover.
He reached for her without looking.
His free hand, the one not holding Yuna's hip, found Minjung's wrist and pulled her forward onto her hands and knees beside Yuna.
She dropped her phone.
PAH.
"AAAHH~!!♡"
He drove into Minjung's pussy while maintaining the pace in Yuna's ass — the rhythm of it alternating, one thrust left and one thrust right, both women's bodies rocking forward with each impact in overlapping waves.
PAH — Yuna.
"HIEKK~!!♡"
PAH — Minjung.
"HNGH~!!♡"
PAH — Yuna.
"AAAHH~!!♡"
PAH — Minjung.
"OUUNGH~!!♡"
