Ravina's tongue was buried deep in Agatha's asshole, slurping up the last drops of my cum, her moans vibrating against Agatha's trembling flesh. But my attention was locked on her ass—round, jiggling, presented to me like a filthy offering.
The crack of her ass was dark, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the musky, rank scent of her unwashed flesh hitting me like a punch to the gut.
It wasn't just sweat—it was the stink of days of arousal, the earthy, fermented tang of a hole that hadn't been properly cleaned, the faint, sour bite of piss lingering in the creases. My cock throbbed, aching as I inhaled, my nose twitching at the raw, animalistic stench of her.
"Fuck," I growled, my hand raising—
SMACK!
My palm cracked against her asscheek, the sound wet and sharp, the impact making her flesh jiggle. Ravina yelled into Agatha's ass, her voice muffled but desperate—
"Aaaah! HNNNG—!"
