Vincent's large hands pressed down on Silvari's chest, sinking into her soft breasts, as her firm flesh sprung back against his palms, her erect nipple brushing against his hand, causing her pussy to clench onto his cock; before squirming and tightening around him with her skilled hip movements, taking his throbbing meat club deeper into her sultry, wet snatch.
Efrita wasn't impressed; she wouldn't allow it; even if she came second, she would never permit anyone else to take Vincent's cock away—even if it meant death.
She envied that about her. Yet, she found a strange sense of peace watching Silvari take him slowly and carefully, giving her time to adapt to his huge girth before she moved faster or deeper, pleasuring Vincent without hesitation.