Before Sandy can give the cam crush live go ahead, the blonde loads the tape into the VCR as if she does it all the time. She then sits on the armrest of Sandy's chair and watches two cam crush live women undress and fondle a third. "She's got great tits!" Wendy says. "Shit! They must be Z-cups!" Jean goes behind the cam crush live counter to take a look, but the action bores her. "I've seen it already," she drones. "The titty play gets me wet, but the cam crush live fuck scenes are boring. And they only use a single dildo." She turns her attention to a catalogue on the counter and rests her elbows on the glass while paging through it. In this pose, her denim-clad ass lies directly in Sandy's view.
I spread her pussy lips and licked passionately, moaning against the burning, soaking flesh as she mirrored my cam crush live actions. The pleasure was growing and building, reaching that shattering pinnacle. My whole body was on fire. "I'm going to cum," I stammered into her, sucking harder. "Me too," she cried. "Soon." I wasn't going to let myself go until she did. I pulled back from her tongue a bit, holding until I heard her moans turn to screams, and we came in a smooth, drunken, hot unconsciousness. She scooted up next to me, playing with my hair. We both lay with our heads in our hands, smiling at my boyfriend, who had stripped down to his boxers. A string of cum trickled down his pants, thrown on the floor.