Cole stood there, eyes wide, staring at the filthy scene on the dining table — Brenda in her sheer black lingerie, covered head to toe in melting ice cream and sticky strawberry syrup, her legs spread wide while my thick c**k stretched her sloppy, dessert-filled p***y.
“f**k me, Xavier… she looks like a walking wet dream,” Cole said, his voice thick with lust as he stepped closer, already palming the growing bulge in his pants.
I grinned and kept pounding Brenda with deep, powerful strokes, the sweet, creamy mess squelching obscenely every time I bottomed out inside her.
“Tell him, Brenda,” I ordered, slapping her syrup-covered tit hard enough to make it jiggle. “Tell my friend exactly what you are.”
Brenda’s face burned bright red with shame, but her p***y clenched around me like a vi
