Everything is wet and slippery.Suddenly I'm hornier than I was during the whole shagging. Cum had never really been my thing before. When my girlfrien...ds told me how much they get turned on by freshly spilled sperm, I'd never really believed that.With both hands, I rub in his thick cum. He kneels beside me, watching me, his cock in his hand. My greedy labia soak up the transparent fluid. Everything is so wet that the rubbing makes squeaky noises.I continue to massage, until I get drier down. It was over Super Bowl weekend (before all the lock downs) that we decided to head downtown as the streets were one huge party. We live in South Florida about thirty minutes away from where the Super Bowl was played.She dressed in tight, faded and ripped up jeans and almost see thru cotton peasant blouse with a sheer bra underneath. It was easy to see her dark nipples and big acerolas' under the bra, she looked hot as hell. Just seeing her in public in that sheer blouse and bra was a huge turn. Laura cried out, her screams swallowed by the pussy she was eating, as John started pounding her.He couldn't believe how wet she was, how good it felt on his dick to finally be fucking her. And, as horny as she was, she wasn't going to ask him to be gentle, so he could be as rough as he wanted. John held Laura's thick hips as he pulled almost entirely out of her cunt, then slammed forward, burying his length inside her once again.He did this a few more times before settling into a hard and fast. . the confidence that comes from being blatantly ogled by at least half a dozen men on her walk back to the table."Okay let's go," she says, like everything's all agreed.She grabs her bag, links arms with Mark and they walk out of the bar without waiting for Martha, who has to run and catch up. They go back to the hotel, Jo and Mark strolling together, laughing, flirting, touching each other, and Martha tagging along a couple of paces behind, like she's not with them.The room is quite large and.