I sat down on the couch next to Carrie, who lay sprawled out, her body limp and panting. Her chest heaved with each breath, her eyes glazed over as she tried to e down from her intense orgasm. I spread my legs apart, my cock throbbing and slick, standing proud and demanding attention.
Luna returned a moment later, a glass of water in hand. She offered it to me, and I took it, drinking deeply before setting it on the coffee table. "You sluts should do all the work," I said, leaning back against the couch cushions. "Not me. I’m fucking tired."
Before I could finish my sentence, Luna was already moving. She straddled my lap, one hand holding the phone to continue recording, the other wrapping around my cock. She guided it to her asshole, lowering herself onto me with a soft moan.
"Fuck," I groaned, feeling the loose, gaping muscles of her ass envelop me. "Your ass is so loose, I can barely feel anything."
Luna just moaned in response, her hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm as she bounced up and down on my cock. I reached out, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
"Get tighter, bitch," I manded, my voice rough with exertion. "Make me feel something."
Luna’s moans deepened, but she didn’t slow her pace. Instead, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she rode me harder, her ass clenching around me in an attempt to obey.
Carrie stirred beside us, her body still dirty with the remnants of her squirt. She sat up slowly, her movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed as she took in the sight of Luna riding my cock. A soft whimper escaped her lips, a mix of exhaustion and lingering desire.
I reached out, grabbing Luna’s hip with one hand while the other wrapped around her throat, pulling her down for a rough kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her body trembling as she continued to bounce on my cock.
"Fuck," I groaned against her lips. "You’re both such filthy sluts. Always ready to take my cock, always eager to please."
Luna pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a fiery gaze. "Yes," she hissed, her voice breathless. "We live for this. For you."
I grunted in response, my hips bucking up to meet hers as I fucked her. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh echoing through the air.
Carrie watched us, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of awe and envy. Her fingers trailed down her body, tracing the curves of her breasts before dipping between her legs. She moaned softly, her touch light as she began to play with herself once more.
The sight of Carrie touching herself, bined with the tight grip of Luna’s ass around my cock, sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls increasing with each thrust.
"Fuck," I groaned, my voice hoarse with effort. "I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill your loose ass with my cum, Luna."
Luna’s moans turned into desperate cries, her body trembling as she neared her own climax. "Yes," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Cum in me. Fill me up."
I could feel Carrie’s eyes on us, her touch being more frantic as she watched us fuck.
I kept pounding into Luna, my hips moving in a relentless rhythm as I filled the room with the wet sounds of our fucking. Her ass was so loose that it barely gripped me at all, and I could feel the frustration building inside me.
"Fuck, Luna," I said, my voice harsh with exertion. "Your ass is so loose. I can’t even feel you. You need to tighten up, or I’m going to fuck Carrie instead."
Luna moaned in response, her body trembling as she tried to obey. But it was no use; her muscles were lax and unresponsive, no matter how hard she tried.
I grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at me. My other hand came down hard across her face, leaving a red mark on her cheek. She gasped, her eyes watering as I lifted her off my cock and stood up, depositing her roughly onto the couch.
"You loose slut," I spat, my voice filled with disgust and anger. "Carrie, e here. Suck my cock. Taste your filthy asses on my cock."
Carrie, still on her knees, crawled over to me, her eyes wide and eager. She took my cock in her mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft as she began to suck. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the mix of our fluids that coated me. She moaned softly, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.
I looked down at her, my hand fisting in her hair as I guided her movements. "That’s it," I groaned, my voice thick with lust. "Suck it deep. Taste how loose Luna’s ass is."
Behind Carrie, Luna knelt on the couch, her face buried between Carrie’s thighs. Her tongue lapped at Carrie’s asshole, her moans muffled by the flesh against her mouth. The sight was obscene and hot, the two of them working together to please me.
Carrie’s hands found their way to her pussy, her fingers rubbing furiously as she sucked my cock. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she chased her release. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the heat spreading through my body as I neared my climax.
"Fuck," I groaned, my hips bucking forward as I fucked Carrie’s mouth. "I’m getting closer, you whore. Suck it more. Deeper."
Carrie obeyed, taking me deeper into her throat, her gag reflex kicking in as she fought to acmodate me. Behind her, Luna’s tongue worked relentlessly, her moans vibrating against Carrie’s flesh.
I closed my eyes, the sensation of Carrie’s mouth and Luna’s tongue pushing me closer to the edge. "Swallow it all, you fucking bitch," I manded, my voice hoarse with effort. "Swallow... it... all..."
My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my cock pulsing as I released deep into Carrie’s throat. She gagged around me, her body convulsing as she tried to swallow every drop. The sensation was intense, the pleasure so overwhelming that it bordered on pain.
I groaned loudly, my hand pressing down on her head as I held her in place, forcing her to take every last drop. My cock throbbed and twitched, spurt after spurt of cum filling her mouth and throat. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I rode out the intensity.
When it finally began to fade, I pulled out of Carrie’s mouth with a wet pop, my cock still hard and throbbing. I smacked it against her forehead a few times, leaving a trail of cum across her skin. "Good whore," I praised, my voice filled with satisfaction. "Such a good whore."
I took a step back, exhaling deeply as I looked down at the two of them. My cock was still hard, still ready for more. A smirk played on my lips as I met their gazes, seeing the mix of fear and desire in their eyes.
"Don’t worry, you two," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "We’re not done yet."
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