I kept rubbing Camilla's thick, round ass in slow, possessive circles—fingers digging deep into the soft, yielding flesh through the thin red dress, kneading the still-stinging handprints I'd left earlier like I was marking my territory all over again.
Every firm squeeze made her plump cheeks jiggle, her hips twitch forward involuntarily, and her breath hitch in short, slutty little moans that she couldn't quite swallow.
"Mas… hmm… aah… wait…" she whimpered, voice cracking with a mix of protest and raw need, her thick thighs rubbing together frantically as fresh, hot slick leaked down her inner legs in sticky trails.
The dress was bunched so high now that her bare cunt was on full display—swollen lips glistening, clit peeking out like it was begging for more abuse.
