The Condemned - Part 8

David walked straight into the private chamber. Two women waited at the bed's edge—one naked except heels, the other already on all fours with wet folds glistening. He grabbed the standing woman's neck, pulled her in for a kiss, then pushed her down beside her friend. Both asses presented to him, cheeks parted. David didn't hesitate. He lined up and sank into the first woman, raw and hard, until his hips met flesh. The bed shook. He pulled out glistening with her juices and drove into the second. Different angle, tighter grip. Back and forth he switched, shaft shining under the light each time he withdrew. Their breathing grew ragged. The woman on the left reached between her legs, circling her own clit in quick strokes while David kept pounding the one on the right. Sweat rolled down his back. The pace built fast—no slowing down, just flesh meeting flesh and the constant wet sounds of cock sliding into cunt. One woman came first, body trembling, but David kept moving. He didn't stop until both had finished. When he finally pulled free, thick streaks of his release decorated both their backs and asses, dripping slow between perfect curves.