Sara watched through half-lidded eyes, her own body a vessel for the next wave of depravity. A rougher man took her p***y, fingers gripping her hips through the partition, pulling her onto him with bruising force. She loved the edge of pain, the anonymity amplifying every deep, grinding thrust. c*m from previous loads squelched inside her, making the slide obscene and filthy.
"Fill me up again," she urged, her bold nature shining through the lust haze.
"Pump me full of your hot cum." Mia's hand found Sara's breast, kneading it in solidarity, their touches a lifeline amidst the orgy.
The booth reeked of s*x—sweat, c*m, and the sharp tang of relentless arousal. Sara's knees ached from the constant kneeling, but the pleasure drowned out any discomfort. Another c**k replaced the one in he
