Bea's hand went back down to Brie's c**t and strummed it hard. That did it, and the growl turned into a gurgle as she finally squirted on his c**k.
She needed to hydrate. Damn.
Brie came down, though it took some time, and Ben's thrusting c**k didn't help at all. But he was a machine, and couldn't be stopped without a new target.
"Brie. He didn't c*m. Where do you want it?" Bea cupped his balls, feeling them slowly tighten.
Brie's eyes fluttered. She looked like a perfect slut, well f****d and disheveled, hair askew, lips swollen from kissing them and sucking c**k. Instead of being a worshipper of some God, she looked worthy of worship, and Bea was in awe. Then she spoke.
"My ass. I need to be filled up. I need it. I need it," she repeated. Ben stopped thrusting, taking a shaky breath
