Matt gripped her hips tighter, and thrust harder. His breath was changing. Lilly could hear it. He was approaching the edge. Losing control. And she f...elt it. And that made her quiver. And squeeze. And clench. And arch her back. Thrust! Gasp! Moan!Thrust! Gasp! Moan!“Lilly!” Matt called out.“Lilly!” he gasped again.He was losing control. Coming apart. Poised to explode.Each. Impact. Was nearly. Unbearable. Trying to hold on. Just one. More. Thrust. Make it last.“LILLY!” Matt exclaimed, and he. The scene in front of me was enough by far that I was already hard as I've ever been, so I gently stroked my dick in anticipation. Gently, because too vigorous of stroking would've lost me my load right there."Damn!" I thought, "This chick sure knows how to take cock!" The first guy pulled out and blew his load on her pale ass, and I nearly followed suit. Next up was a short guy with what had to be a 9" rod! He stepped up and drove it right in no problem and started fucking her brains out. Cum. Lisa was wearing a nice pair of shorts that made it easy to realize that she had nice legs and she was fit. With a nice wrap around top that from the side or if she was to bend over, you could look in and see her perfect "B" cup, nipples and all as she had no bra on. If she felt that she should not make is possible to see her, it was easy for her to not bend over or just stand up straight. When we would go out Lisa often liked to bring something to eat and a bottle of wine. I knew the wine made. Instead, it stepped into the bathroom. Try as I might to look away, my eyes were guided to the mirror. There it was, dark red and glistening in the stark light, contrasting against the clearness of the mirror. I trembled slightly as I read the words written in a deep shade of lipstick. ‘When you come to believe I’m not real And your imagination thinks as such,’ My head spun and the room tilted around me. My legs turned to rubber and I sank to tile floor, not noticing the cold in my shock. As I.