Gabriela moaned into my mouth—shy, broken, but utterly surrendered—as she reached down, fumbling with the thin ties of my hospital gown. Her fingers shook with desperate need, the fabric parting to let my thick, veiny cock spring free—already rock-hard, leaking precum in slow, glistening beads down the cock.
Her massive tits heaved with every ragged breath, straining against the half-unbuttoned blouse, dark nipples tenting the damp material like fat, aching bullets begging to be abused.
The door had barely clicked shut behind Jayden and Lorena.
And Gabriela was already mine—bullied, blushing, and begging for more.
Ema stood frozen near the foot of the bed, eyes wide, cheeks flaming as she watched Gabriela grind down onto my lap like a needy whore. Her uniform skirt was wrinkled from kneeling earlier, and her lips still shiny from licking Julie clean.
