Earned It Part 2

Manuel kicks the door open. Adriana’s on her knees already, lips parted, waiting. He drops his belt, grabs her black hair, and fucks her throat until spit runs down her chin and across her tits. She doesn’t flinch. She wants the mess. Morgan watches from the corner, hands between her legs, eyes locked on the sloppy rhythm. Manuel pulls out, strings of saliva stretching from Adriana’s mouth. He drags her up by the hair, bends her over the table, and slams into her from behind. Each thrust smacks skin; her moans crack the quiet. Morgan steps closer, tongue out, catching every drop that slips from Adriana’s stretched cunt. Adriana looks back and spits the taste into Morgan’s open mouth. They swap it, thick and shining, before Adriana swallows again. Manuel doesn’t slow. He keeps pounding, deep and steady, until his breath breaks and he pulls free. He paints both their tongues, thick ropes they don’t waste. They kiss, sharing the load until nothing’s left but heat and the sound of their breathing.