"God, listen to that sloppy hole," Angela purred from beside us, crawling closer on her knees. She reached out without hesitation, cupping Mira's heavy tits in both hands—kneading the soft flesh roughly, thumbs flicking over the dark, pebble-hard nipples.
"These tits are begging to be played with while you get split open, aren't they, sister? Look how hard your nipples are—Jack never pinched them like this, did he?"
Mira's head fell back, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as I bottomed out—my cock buried to the hilt, balls pressed flush against her soaked ass. Her pussy spasmed violently around me, walls rippling in helpless waves, milking me like she was trying to pull every drop out already.
"N-no… he—he never… ahh—Sister Angela—!" Mira stammered, voice shy and broken, cheeks burning crimson even as her hips rolled in tiny, involuntary circles, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. "Please… don't tease me… it's embarrassing…"
