Hannah's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. "I... I-I'm not!" But her fingers twitched, betraying her, and the camera caught the way her thighs pressed together, like she was trying to stifle the ache between them. "You're disgusting!" she hissed, but her voice lacked conviction, her eyes dark with something far more primal than anger.
I groaned, my hands gripping Julie's waist as I looked straight at Hannah. "Hannah…" My voice was rough, strained. "I'm sorry—fuck—your mom's ass just feels too good—" Julie's ass clenched around me, and I thrust up, burying myself to the hilt. "I can't—fuck—I can't stop—!"
Hannah's face twisted, her jealousy boiling over. "You promised me!" Her voice broke, her fingers now frantically rubbing between her legs, her panties discarded somewhere off-screen. "You said I was next—!" Her eyes burned into the screen, watching as Julie's ass swallowed me again and again. "You're supposed to be mine!"
