...Cole stood there, eyes wide, staring at the filthy scene on the dining table — Brenda in her sheer black lingerie, covered head to toe in melting ice cream and sticky strawberry syrup, her legs spread wide while my thick cock stretched her sloppy, dessert-filled pussy.“Fuck me, Xavier… she looks like a walking wet dream,” Cole said, his voice thick with lust as he stepped closer, already palming the growing bulge in his pants.I grinned and kept pounding Brenda with deep, powerful strokes, the sweet, creamy mess squelching obscenely every time I bottomed out inside her.“Tell him, Brenda,” I ordered, slapping her syrup-covered tit hard enough to make it jiggle. “Tell my friend exactly what you are.”Brenda’s face burned bright red with shame, but her pussy clenched around me like a vice. “I’m… I’m Xavier’s fucktoy,” she moaned loudly, her voice breaking with every thrust. “He owns this pussy… I’m his personal whore…”Cole let out a low whistle, his eyes darkening. “Damn. How lo
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