My own arousal has been quietly building and my clit is begging for attention. I adjust my hips and realise that the right angle can put pressure on m...y g-spot and Jimmy’s prostate at the same time.My strokes now switch to long, slow and inexorable, pushing in as hard as I can on the downstroke, hauling on Jimmy’s collar with one hand, the hand on his dick pressed into his abdomen, holding him tight. He gurgles and sputters and groans, not getting to scream as his air is restricted. Then for the. She could feel her nipples getting pebbly, her cunt was soaked — she hadn’t worn panties and could feel a bit of pussy-juice running down her thighs. Breanna had dressed up über-hot for this guy — her sluttiest mini and a crop top, she’d even worn garters, stockings and stilettos. She decided to make a show out of this, moving away from her stud and stripping, the top — then the mini — the stockings, one-by-one — but he asked her to keep the ‘fuck shoes’ on. She just shot him a big smile and. The room was filled with muffled moaning and quick, startled gasps as they twisted together, enjoying a symphonic orgy in the safety of the house before the breaking light.“You need to go,” she announced.Their leader turned to her, breaking away a previous kiss. “Go?” he said. “Your sister invited us.”“And I’m uninviting you. Go on.”“What’d we do?”“Nothing. Nothing, it’s not you.” She swiped the hair from her face. She sighed and twisted her dress in a hand.He stood and invaded her space. “What. The white, sticky stuff squirted out between my cock and the walls of her vagina and ran down h her inner thighs. She moaned and squealed, humped back against my cock and came in what seemed like an endless wave of orgasms. I kept my cock in her for a few minutes, letting it throb deep in her pussy while she tried to recover from her orgasmic deli irium. I withdrew my tool from her pussy, and laid down next to her, her back to my chest, with my semi-hard pecker nestled against her soft, warm.