The first man's thick condom-covered cock was buried to the hilt in Hina's mother's dripping pussy. He was still pounding her like a machine—slap-slap-slap-slap—her ass rippling with every savage thrust, juices squirting out around the tight latex with wet, obscene sounds. She was on her stomach, face mashed into the tatami, ass up high, legs spread wide.
"AHHH—YES—FUCK MY PUSSY—! DEEPER—!" she screamed, voice breaking, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. "Your cock is so fucking thick—stretching me—gonna break me—!"
Suddenly the door creaked open again.
The second man stepped in. He was an exact copy of the first—fifty years old, massive muscles, hairy chest and arms, same cruel grin. He didn't say a word. He just walked straight to Hina's mother, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her head up so her mouth was free.
"Suck this, you double-cumslut," the second man growled.
