FORBIDDEN DESIRES
“Mmm… you’re dripping all over me, baby. I can feel how much you love this. Your pussy is so slippery and hot against mine. Keep going — make Mommy feel every inch of you.”
We were both panting hard, lost in the new sensation, sweat starting to glisten on our skin.
The women on the TV were moaning louder now, grinding faster, and we matched them perfectly.
Elena’s head fell back, her long black hair spreading across the pillow as she rolled her hips up to meet mine in deep, filthy circles.
We were right in the middle of it — my clit throbbing against hers, both of us gasping and grinding desperately — when her phone suddenly rang loudly on the nightstand.