As the capable multitasker that he was, Evian remained perfectly cognitive of the individual actions and pleasures he was subjecting both women to, and the payoffs while different from both were rewarding to his lustful and sexual mind.
Yvette's ass rippled with every impactful contact Evian's pelvis made with it and even as her entire body succumbed, she still possessed enough presence of mind to keep smacking back to increase the pressure of the rod's hard contact with the very end of her pussy.
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
"~Ahn- Ohh- Yess- Evian Right there... Right Fuckingggg THEREEEEE...~"
The end of Yvette's groans were drowned out by her mouth pressed into the bed, teeth gripping bed sheets for that very purpose. Like her comrade (Frida) who was rendered incoherent, the Larnak Reagents hands failed to keep her up and she fell forward.
