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He turned to Jamal, who was still pounding into her ass. His girlfriend’s voice piped through the speaker, eager and breathless. She moaned around Cyrus’s cock, the vibration making him groan. Darius’ phone captured the moment perfectly as Jamal moved to her pussy, his fingers spreading her open. She screamed, but they silenced her with a hand over her mouth. The teens, cocks hard and ready, moved closer, hands roaming over her body, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts, fingers digging into her flesh. “Fuck, that feels good,” she whimpered, her body on the verge of orgasm. “I can’t wait.” She was on the edge, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. The sensation was electric, her body on fire with each lick, each pinch, each thrust. Petro whined, his hips thrusting as he came, his knot pulsing inside her. Jamal, in her ass, gripped her hips tightly, his fingers leaving bruises on her soft skin. The teens, panting and grinning, pulled out their phones, recording every thrust, every moan. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a rough kiss.