"Master...!"
"Oh, yeah..."
Mathilda was watching Raphael and Natasha as they were in the middle of their second round. Before her, Raphael was sitting in lotus position as he was embracing Natasha, who was straddling his lap while repeatedly rocking her hips on his crotch, grinding his dick against her internal walls.
Natasha failed to make him come along with her, so Raphael asked Mathilda if he could fuck her again, to which Mathilda silently responded with a nod. Currently, she was still sitting on the mattress with her fingers circling around her vulva.
"Haaa~! Haa~ Ahn~!"
"Natasha... Lips..."
"Mmmph~!"
Raphael grabbed her buttocks and moved her hips so that Natasha would not have trouble kissing him. He could feel the softness of her ample bosom on his chest, the pressure of her calves on his back, and the intensity of her grasp of his head as they exchanged saliva with their intertwining tongues.
