Amara's chest heaved up and down like crazy, her massive tits rising and falling fast, still impaled balls-deep on Devon's throbbing cock.
Her pussy walls fluttered wild around his thick shaft, squeezing and pulsing like they owned him completely, creamy girl-cum dripping hot down his heavy balls and soaking the leather couch beneath them in warm, sticky puddles.
The air in the booth hung thick and heavy with the musky scent of sweat, sweet pussy juice, and fresh cum, everyone's eyes glued to her wrecked, blissful face glowing under the golden lights.
Julius sat frozen across from them, his face twisted hard in jealousy, the redhead still limp on his lap with his soft cock buried useless inside her. The silence stretched tight and electric, broken only by the wet drip-drip of Amara's arousal hitting the floor like naughty rain.
Then Amara locked her eyes straight on Devon's gray ones, a dirty, cock-drunk grin spreading slow across her cum-smeared purple lips.
