“Fuck, yes,” she breathed. “Grind on me like you mean it. Show me how bad you need this pussy.”

I thrust up, matching her rhythm, our folds slipping and smearing together in a messy, building friction. It was raw, urgent—her heat against mine, the way her juices mixed with my own, dripping down our thighs. She leaned back on her elbows, watching us connect, her full breasts heaving with each roll of her hips. “Look at that,” she said, voice dripping with heat. “Our cunts ...