Yelena grinned, her fingers sliding between Natalya's thighs, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "Looks like someone's pussy doesn't want to share," she purred, her voice dark with amusement. "Maybe we should help her… relax."
"N-No—!" Natalya whimpered, but her protest died in a moan as Yelena's fingers pressed harder, her clit throbbing under the touch. "Ah—! D-Don't—!"
"Oh, we will," Claire murmured, her lips brushing Natalya's ear as her hand joined Yelena's, her fingers rubbing Natalya's clit in tight, relentless circles. "Because if your pussy won't let go…" she whispered, her voice husky, "we'll just have to make you come again."
"NO—!!" Natalya screamed—
But her body betrayed her.
Natalya's pussy clenched harder, her walls milking my cock as another orgasm crested over her, her back arching as she screamed, her juices gushing around me, soaking my balls, the bed, everything—
And then—
Plop.
Her womb finally released me.
