Helping out

Once we stepped inside, I couldn't ignore the growing hardness of my member as it pressed against my tulga, eagerly responding to the enticing sight of Ayla's swaying partially exposed ass cheeks before me. While the memory of thrusting my throbbing penis inside her yesterday lingered, a tantalizing thought crossed my mind—how would it feel to penetrate both her holes simultaneously, as she squirts out from one?

Nevertheless, I pushed those thoughts to the recesses of my mind as we veered towards a door on the left this time. The narrow corridor we traversed, though devoid of the ornate paintings from yesterday, possessed its own distinctive charm. It boasted rows upon rows of vibrant flowers that added a splash of colour and fragrance to the surroundings. As we ventured further along, the scent of scented roses grew increasingly potent, filling the air and delighting my senses.