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Cole stood there, eyes wide, staring at the filthy scene on the dining table — Brenda in her sheer black lingerie, covered head to toe in melting ice cream and sticky strawberry syrup, her legs spread wide while my thick cock stretched her sloppy, dessert-filled pussy.

“Fuck me, Xavier… she looks like a walking wet dream,” Cole said, his voice thick with lust as he stepped closer, already palming the growing bulge in his pants.

I grinned and kept pounding Brenda with deep, powerful strokes, the sweet, creamy mess squelching obscenely every time I bottomed out inside her.

“Tell him, Brenda,” I ordered, slapping her syrup-covered tit...