Angela's response was a broken sob-moan, her body convulsing as Lisa's tongue plunged deeper—wriggling past the puffy, abused rim into the hot, fluttering depths.
I could hear it all: the wet, squelching probes, the greedy swallows as Lisa vacuumed my seed straight from the source, her nose buried in Angela's crack, inhaling the musky reek of ass-sweat, cum, and squirt like it was her fucking oxygen.
Lisa's hands stayed clamped on those bruised cheeks, spreading them mercilessly wider, fingers digging bruises into the reddened flesh to keep that gaping hole exposed and vulnerable.
"Mmmph—Boss—your ass tastes so fucking filthy," Lisa mumbled against the slick skin, voice muffled but dripping with slutty reverence, her tongue pulling back just long enough to spit a thick hawked glob right onto the twitching pucker before diving back in.
