Extended family in Indonesia

Part 3

Zara's breath hitched as she felt the familiar coil tightening deep inside her. She locked eyes with Izah, who was watching her with a predatory gleam in her eye. "Yes," Zara moaned, her hips moving faster on Azri's lap. "I'm close."

Izah grinned, her own pleasure mounting as she saw Zara teetering on the edge. "Let it go," Izah urged, her voice a sultry whisper. "Feel it all."

With a cry that seemed to echo off the walls, Zara surrendered to the wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her body arched, every muscle tensing as she reached the peak. Her release triggered something primal in Izah, who followed suit moments later, her own cries mingling with Zara's.

Across the room, Sri watched them, her expression one of intense satisfaction. "Beautiful," she murmured, her gaze shifting to me and Azri. "Now, let's give our guests a show they won't forget."

Azri nodded, his eyes dark with desire as he positioned himself behind Sri. I moved to her front, my cock already hard and ready. Sri met my gaze, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "Show me what you've got," she challenged.

With a growl, Azri thrust into Sri from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Sri gasped, her body swaying slightly as she adjusted to the intrusion. I lined myself up with her entrance, the sight of her sagging breasts jiggling with each movement sending a surge of lust through me.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice thick with anticipation. Sri nodded, her eyes closing briefly as I entered her. The sensation was unlike anything I had experienced before, warm and tight, yet yielding.

We began to move together, Azri and I finding a rhythm that pushed us both closer to the edge. Sri's moans filled the air, each sound more erotic than the last. "Harder," she begged, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

Azri obliged, his thrusts growing more forceful as he pounded into Sri's ass. I matched his pace, my own movements driven by a need to see her lose control. Sri's head lolled back, her hair fanning out around her as she gave herself over to the sensations.

"Yes, yes!" she cried out, her voice breaking with each word. "Don't stop!"

The room seemed to shrink around us, the only sounds the smacking of flesh and our harsh breaths. I watched in awe as Sri's body reacted to our ministrations, her skin glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with each gasp.

"Switch," Azri grunted, his own endurance nearing its limit. Without missing a beat, we changed positions, Azri now entering Sri's pussy while I took her ass. The shift in angle sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me, the tightness of her asshole clenching around me like a vice.

Sri groaned, her body adapting to the new sensations. "Fuck me," she demanded, her voice hoarse with desire. "Make me yours."

Encouraged, Azri and I redoubled our efforts, our movements synchronized as we plundered Sri's body from both ends. The sight of her, so utterly consumed by pleasure, fueled our own desires, pushing us closer to the brink.

"I'm gonna cum," Azri panted, his face contorted with strain. I could feel my own release approaching, the tension building until it was almost unbearable.

"Do it," Sri hissed, her eyes blazing with intensity. "Fill me up."