I pulled out slowly—deliberately—watching her abused hole gape wide for a heartbeat, the pink inner walls glistening and twitching, trying to close but too stretched to manage it right away. A thick string of her own cream and my precum connected the head of my cock to her ruined ring before it snapped, dripping down her crack.
Mira whimpered pathetically, hips twitching forward like her body was begging for me to stay inside. "Dexter… please… I can't… it's too sensitive… my ass is—ahh—still throbbing…"
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so she had to arch for me, tits thrusting forward into Angela's waiting hands. My voice came out low, rough, merciless.
