"Come on, Kafka, you know you want to shove your cock between these fuck them until I'm begging, leave them slick and sloppy...Nina's little tits can't take that kind of pounding, and Abi's would just smother you to death. I'll let you use them however you damn well please say it, tell me you're dying to ruin them."
Nina huffed, her competitive streak flaring as she pressed herself harder against him, her breasts sliding up his arm in a slow, teasing motion.
"Oh, please, Camila." She shot back, her voice dripping with honeyed filth. "Yours are too flabby for that—mine are tight enough to grip him just right." She then looked back at him and said in a sultry tone, "You can ram them, bruise them, cum all over them, Kafka and I'll even lick it off after if you want. Hers are too soft to handle you—say you want to fuck mine instead, Kafka, you know you do."
