"Stop... Please... stop... I... haaaa... haaa... I can't take it anymore. Please let me rest before we start again..." Garnet gasped, a playful edge to her voice. "Haa...haa... No wonder Sylphy always looked at me with such worry whenever I flirted with you, as if I would eat you alive. If I had such a monster of a husband who could make any woman go crazy for his twin dicks, I would also worry about greedy motives from other women..."
Garnet lay sprawled on the bed, limbs flung wide like a snow angel. Her chest heaved with exertion. Myne sprawled comfortably on top of her, with his head buried between her both boobies and his original dick lying deep inside her love cave, shooting white paint on her wombs walls, while his second dick was simply hammering on her butthole, as because of their inappropriate position it could go inside her back hole.
