"Ahhh… Haaa~ You're… you're breaking me, my king~" Rosalia moaned louder and louder, unable to hold back as Max drove into her.
Her already tight pussy clenched down around him with incredible strength, gripping his cock with every deep thrust. The wet, rhythmic sound of him pounding into her soaked pussy filled the chamber with a constant, obscene squelching noise that grew louder each time his hips slammed against her ass.
Agnia watched from her place on the bed, golden eyes dark with need. Every wet stroke made her swallow hard. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. Her fingers twitched at her sides before slowly drifting between her thighs.
She was soaked, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs. The sight of Max fucking Rosalia so deeply was pushing her past her limit. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch herself. Max had told her to wait. But the command was becoming harder and harder to obey.
