I squeezed her knee and we headed on to her place.I was fucking Nisha over the arm of Jess’s couch. The little green haired minx was playing up the ...screaming and “Oh god!”’s, so I amplified my own grunting and “Fuck yeah!”’s. She had her left knee up on the arm and right tiptoes barely reached the bland blue carpet. She clawed the back of the couch with a gnarled fist of nails. I held her other arm by the elbow and her hair flew around.All of the exertion and sweat were catching up with us. In. She opened Marti's' lips fully, and slid her fingers up and down, gently touching her already erect clit. Exploring the wet inner folds, Helena stopped to poke a finger around Marti's moist hole. Gently placed her finger tip against the hole and stopped, looking over at her husband, and smiled. Marti eased her cunt forward to the greet her finger, allowing it to slip into her fiery box, and began to rock back and forth. Marti raised her knees upward, planting her feet firmly on the floor, I. I slid my tongue inside her pussy, and kept rubbing her clit. I felt her hands grab the back of my head and start pulling on my hair. I heard her moaning louder, and louder, until she finally just started screaming. I wish she warned me she was a squirter, I love when girls squirt, but I like to at least take off my glasses first. But I was drunk enough to where I didn’t care, so I just took them off and set them on the coffee table. As I did this I heard her say “I wanna taste my cum.”I. Do you understand?"She cried, "yes, I understand." She sobbed some more as I let go of her chin and resumed my pacing the floor. Suddenly she seemed to get angry, "So what about my fucking needs!"I snapped, spinning on my heel I grabbed her face again with one hand and unzipped my pants with the other. I easily had a couple of inches on Steve as I yanked my hard on free and shoved it into her face. "If you need a cock so bad, here you go!" I slapped it against her cheek a couple of times then.