Anna’s body was still trembling on the coffee table, Andrew’s hot c*m leaking from her freshly f****d, bright pink p***y. The puffy outer lips were swollen from the pounding, framing the slick, glistening inner folds that glowed a vivid, candy-pink shade — almost obscenely wet and inviting under the living room lights. Her shaved mound was smooth and flushed, every drop of mixed juices shining on that perfect pink center.
Malachi stood between her spread thighs, his eyes burning with raw hunger as he shoved his pants and boxers down in one rough motion. His massive c**k sprang free, slapping heavily against his stomach. It was enormous — easily nine thick inches of veiny, rock-hard meat, the shaft a deep angry red, the fat mushroom head even redder and already leaking fat beads of precum
