Without protest from Lacy, Layla lifted the top up and off over her head, casting it aside, leaving her standing there naked from the waist up, save for a black and white lace choker around her neck and a garter belt that vanished down under her skirts, doubtless clipped to her black stockings. Lacy gasped as the sudden shift in speed and power, feeling the black cock hammer in and out of her tight lithe body, Layla’s cum-filled balls slapping against the pale redheads cheeks, so close to cumming that the other two couldn’t help but notice now, Lacy feeling the cock somehow harden even more within her, Gia feeling the intense sensations of Layla’s desperate moaning around her cock, sending vibrations coursing along her shaft and up her spine to explode as fireworks of pleasure behind her eyes.
