Lisa swallowed hard—throat bobbing visibly—then obeyed like a good girl, crawling forward on shaky knees, her breath coming in hot pants.
She knelt behind Angela, hands trembling as she replaced mine on those plush cheeks—fingers sinking deep, spreading them wide—exposing that spit-slicked, winking virgin pucker completely, the rim quivering under the scrutiny, a faint gape from my tongue-fucking already forming.
Angela moaned in humiliated ecstasy—head dropping forward, tits swaying. "L-Lisa—no—your hands—on my ass—spreading me for him—!! It's too much—too exposed—my nasty hole all open and wet—!!"
Lisa's voice was a whisper—husky, broken. "Boss… it's… it's so tight… so pink… I can see it fluttering… god, you smell so good…"
