Foursome - Episode 11

Sweat slicked their bodies the second they touched. One girl shoved the other against the wall, tongue sliding past her lips while hands yanked down damp shorts. The camera caught every wet sound—skin slapping, fingers sinking deep, someone’s breath breaking into a low moan. Then the fourth player fumbled, heat turning to panic, and quit. The room emptied for half a second. Then two fresh faces walked in, already stripping, and four bodies locked together again, mouths and thighs and cocks moving like nothing had ever stopped.