Here, Kitty-Kitty! part 1

Erica Fontes leans over to drop the bowl. Her skirt rides up, baring the smooth curve of her ass and the slick pink of her cunt. Zenza steps into the room, stops short, and the sight hits him like a match. He reads the invitation in one long glance and moves behind her. He pulls his cock free, strokes once, and slides straight in. Erica gasps but pushes back, taking him to the root. They find a fast, hard rhythm, skin slapping, her breath breaking each time he bottoms out. Her juices coat his shaft, drip down his balls. Ioana’s key turns in the lock. The door swings open just as Erica arches and Zenza’s hips lock tight against her. For one suspended second no one speaks. Then Ioana shuts the door behind her, drops her bag, and crosses the room with a slow, knowing smile. She peels her top off on the way, tosses it aside, and sinks to her knees beside them. Her fingers trace where cock meets cunt, gathering the wetness, then she leans in and licks Erica’s swollen clit while Zenza keeps thrusting, slow now, deliberate, letting Ioana taste every stroke.