Angling your hips so that the edge of the pillow rubs back and forth over your clit, you soon start to feel your orgasm building. The involuntary thou...ght of being caught at this point flashes through your mind, not being able to handle the prospect of either the humiliation or the possible denial of being able to cum when this close is actually the very thing that pushes you over the edge into an intense orgasm that sends your pussy into a short burst of spasms, squirting the now creamy pussy. I was right – we don’t need help in the lubrication department. She’s wet – really wet. ‘O-oh, fu-‘ Her hips seem to have a mind of their own as they work in harmony with my hand. She throws her head back. Her lips are pulled in to stifle the squeals bubbling up in her throat. Before either of us get ‘too excited’, I pull my fingers out of her and hold onto myself instead, moving my dick to rub against her clit. ‘What do you want?’ I smirk. ‘You know g-god damn well what I need.’ ‘Need, hm?’. "Oh, shit. That's so fucking hot," Sharry groaned. "Where would you be?" That's hard to say," I whispered. "I'm really loving fucking your sweet, tight pussy right now." Yes ... so tight ... so good ..." But I might just have to go for your asshole. I'd ream you hard." Ream me good and hard ..." Yeah. My brother would be jamming his prick up your cunt, and I'd spread your ass ..." My big ass ..." That's right ..." My big, fat, fuckin' ass ..." That's right. I'd pull your fat fuckin'. Slipping my cock back again into her increasingly wetter cunt for more slow fucking, I would repeat this pattern until I could hold back no longer. Then, grabbing her behind the knees, I'd spread her legs high and wide and fuck her hard until I was shooting my hot sperm deep into her perfect pussy. Amanda would usually wake up by then, and after a moment’s confusion, grind herself hard against me until she too came. After only the second time I did this, Amanda admitted to me she had been.