Finally, Snow pushed inside Mirror’s opening and slowly began to move inside her. He thrust in deep, stilling for a moment to allow Mirror to adjust to his size.
“I’m okay.” Mirror’s voice was low and breathy, pleading. "God, don’t stop."
Mirror was so wet and tight around his c**k, he almost lost control. He placed his hands on Mirror’s hips and pulled her toward him as he thrust hard from behind.
“Clara, come here.” Mirror panted in between thrusts. She pulled Clara onto her back in front of her face. “I’m going to taste you while you watch him f**k me.”
"Ooo, yes," Clara cooed, spreading her legs wide and pulling Mirror's face down to her cunt.
Snow’s pulse raced as he watched Mirror explore Clara’s p***y with her mouth--sucking at her folds, lapping at her clit, and f*****g Clara
