Mark’s mouth crashed down on Joana’s in a possessive, starving kiss. His tongue invaded her like he owned every inch of her body—which he did. His large hands cupped her full, heaving breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as his thumbs flicked her stiff nipples. The kiss grew hungrier, wetter, tongues dueling desperately while Joana whimpered into his mouth, grinding her cum-filled ass against his rapidly hardening cock.

When they finally broke apart, strings of saliva connecting their lips, Mark stared into her eyes with raw conflict burning in his gaze. “Baby… you know I can’t fuck your pussy. That’s for Hannah alone.”

Joana’s face crumpled. Tears welled up...