Without warning, Ziad suddenly began massaging Fay's tight ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them like playdough. To Fay's horror (and undeniable delight) , he felt a finger slowly and methodically prodding itself between his crack, breaching the previously impenetrable barrier that had been protecting his most sensitive spot from intruders both real and imaginary. Despite his initial resistance, Fay found himself squirming involuntarily beneath Ziad's touch, arching his ass submissively toward his friend's probing digits. "Mmm… mmm…" he managed to utter out between labored gasps for air, his voice sounding far more aroused than he intended it to be.

As if reading Fay's thoughts perfectly, Ziad leaned forward, his lips brushing lightly against Fay's before they locked together in a hot, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled and danced erotically, trading delicious little nibbles and sucks along the way. Fay moaned into the kiss, surrendering completely to the intense desire surging through his body, allowing Ziad to explore every hidden nook and cranny he desired.

Breaking away reluctantly, Ziad gently pushed Fay back towards Lizzie, who groaned wantonly as she felt him resuming his rhythmic thrusts within her well-used channel. Eyes glazed over with lust, Fay gazed up at Ziab, unable to resist the silent command etched onto his face. With renewed vigor, he plunged deeper into Lizzie's welcoming warmth, grinding his hips against hers in syncopation with Ziad's steady thrusts behind him. The sensations were almost too much for Fay to bear – the combined stimulation of Ziad's fingers mercilessly stretching his tight hole, Lizzie's juices coating his member in slippery heat, and the sight of Ziad's muscular frame flexing with each powerful stroke drove him closer to orgasmic bliss. But despite the mounting pressure building up inside him, Fay refused to let go, determined not to give Ziad the satisfaction of hearing him cry out in ecstasy just yet.