Ophelia mounts David on the floor, her slick folds grinding his throbbing shaft with urgent hip rolls and tail swishes amid claw rakes down his chest. MJ and Hanna burst in purring, halting the thrusts as Hanna spreads her thighs with a wink, offering her dripping garden for David s tongue laps and finger probes. The tease lingers with Ophelia s quivering frustration mixing into group sparks, hips bucking air in denied tension.
