By now Ron was quickening the pace and tempo of his thrusts and was very aware of the noise he was making as he slammed against the cheeks of Carmen’s glorious arse.
“Ron has always wanted someone to watch him do this to me. And I must say I like it too,” Carmen smiled to Zena.
“The noise you are making is fantastic,” Zena groaned, close to orgasm, as she masturbated herself.
“Fuck me harder. Come on, really hard. Faster. Harder. Faster,” Carmen urged. “I am just so turned on. Harder. Faster.”
Ron was aware of some one repeating, “Harder, Faster. Harder, Faster,” as he plunged harder and faster. Was it Zena? Was it Carmen? Or had they both said it?
By now he had such a grip on Carmen that he was pulling her body towards his to meet his every quickening thrust.
“Is he good? Is he good? Is he good?” he was vaguely aware of Zena asking the question of Carmen just before his ultimate orgasm.