Chapter 188 Amelia

• The door to the private booth swung open without a knock. Joash strode in naked, his cock already semi-hard and swinging between his legs, body glistening from the night's exertions. He eyed the scene with a predatory smirk, his gaze locking on Amelia's bouncing ass. 'Looks like you're giving my little plaything a proper workout, LeBron. Mind if I join for one last fuck before I head home? Can't leave without filling that sloppy hole again.'
• LeBron didn't slow his thrusts, his cock pistoning in and out of Amelia's dripping pussy with wet, obscene sounds. He chuckled deeply, sweat dripping onto her back. 'Hell no, I don't mind tag-teaming this juicy pussy. Shit, I can't control myself when I'm buried in her—feels like she was made for double stuffing.' Amelia whimpered at his words, her body trembling, but LeBron's grip tightened. 'Don't you dare stop clenching, you dirty bitch.'
• With a rough yank, LeBron stripped the remnants of her gown off her shoulders, the fabric tearing easily as it pooled at her feet. Her cum-streaked body was fully exposed now—breasts heaving, nipples erect and marked with bite marks, thighs shiny with layers of dried and fresh semen from the gala and club. Rivulets of her own arousal mixed with the mess, trickling down her legs. 'For the next 24 hours, you're not bathing or wearing a damn thing,' LeBron commanded, his voice rough as he continued slamming into her. 'I want you naked and soaked with sperm, every inch of you dripping our loads. Understand, you sperm-soaked slut?'