Chapter 7
They pulled out of the cemetery and stared back along the narrow highway. A small black-outfitted woman walked alongside the road up ahead. She tugged Tom's sleeve and pointed.
"Don't be crazy," he said.
She leaned forward and tapped on the seat. "Pull over next to that young woman, please," she asked.
"You're nuts," he said. "Trying to be nice to Nicky Maxwell is like trying to pet a lion. You don't know whether she'll purr or claw your eyes out."
The limo pulled over and she rolled the window down. Nicole stopped and looked at them through her dark glasses.
"Hey, you want a ride?" she called.
"I got legs," the young woman replied.
"You got arms, too, but I don't see you crawling on all fours." She pushed open the door and looked at Nicole. After looking back for a moment, the young woman shrugged and climbed in next to her, then closed the door.
"Nice outfit," Erin said as the limo pulled back onto the road.
"Yeah, well, casual is in for mourning this year. Anyway, I don't think the old man noticed."
"No, probably not. I'm Erin. You probably know Tom."
Nicole nodded.
"Sorry for your loss."
"Yeah, well, the old man was okay sometimes." She paused. "Of course, most of the time he was a senile old son of a bitch. Right, Tommy?"
Tom cleared his throat and didn't answer.
"That your father you were sitting next to?" Erin asked.
"Yeah. I thought I'd give him a treat."
Nicole slumped back and took off her sunglasses. She had the greenest eyes Erin had ever seen.
"You don't get along."
"Never have. He's used to giving orders and having people jump. I never jumped very well."
"Comes from being so short," Erin said.
Nicole gave her a look. "You ain't exactly a giant yourself." Erin grinned and shrugged.
"You're taking law, huh?"
"Yeah. It's the only way my old man will approve of me screwing people."
"And you get paid for it."
"And I get paid for it. Lawyers are the only people who can get paid for screwing people, well, legally."
"You like to screw people."
"Sure...I'm a lawyer, too."
"Figures. I hear they breed like rabbits."
"It's the money. Good for reproductive systems." Nicole nodded.
"Those real?" she asked, pointing at Erin's chest. "Yeah. I won't ask about yours." Nicole snorted. She looked to be a 34 at best, and maybe a B cup.
"I do okay for my size. I'd hate to be top heavy and keep falling over."
"Sometimes, that can lead to interesting experiences."
"I suppose. I doubt Daddy would approve."
"My father hasn't approved of a thing I've done since I lost my virginity in college."
"You waited past 18? He ought to be grateful."
"I waited for Tom," she said.
"You're kidding me. You were a virgin bride?"
"Well, no."
Nicole snorted. "Still, he's, like, the only guy you've ever fucked."
"No."
Nicole frowned in confusion. "What do you do, cheat on him?"
"We have an understanding," she said. "Sometimes, if I want to...experiment with someone or other..." She raised her hand and ran her fingers along the lapel of Nicole's jacket, "Tommy understands."
Nicole blinked and, for a moment, the look of cool disdain on her face was replaced by a wide-eyed understanding and surprise. She looked down at he fingers on her lapel and opened her mouth to talk, then closed it uncertainly.
"Uhm, you can let me out here," she said, pointing at a crossroads up ahead."
"Sure now? We could drive you home?"
"A limo shows up in my neighborhood and everyone figures it's the mob," she said, shaking her head. "I'll get off here and catch the subway."
Erin signaled the driver to stop and the young woman got out, gave her another hesitant look, then closed the door and walked off. "You're nuts," Tom said.
"She doesn't strike me as the gossipy type."
"No, but still..."
"Drive on," she called to the chauffeur."
She rolled the glass up then, the clear glass, and settled back in her seat. "I think she's interested. Just give her a little time."
"Fucking Nicky Maxwell," he said, shaking his head, "Wouldn't that be a claim to fame."
"Not if her daddy found out."
"Oh, right, well...uh, what are you doing?"
She was sliding her hand up and down on his thigh as he talked, and at his question, snuggled up close to him, sliding her hand in to cup his crotch.
"Ever think about fucking in the back of a limousine, Tommy?" she purred.
"Uh, well, Erin..." He looked nervously at the driver. "He doesn't know who you are. Anyway, he can't see...everything..."
She kissed him softly, her tongue flitting out and dancing along his lip as she kneaded his growing bulge in clear sight of the driver. He kissed back, his hand rising to stroke and squeeze her breast, and he turned in against her, pushing her back as his hand slid down between her legs.
"So you want to show off, do you?" he whispered.
She smiled excitedly, slumping down as his hand moved beneath her skirt, then up the inside of her thigh to cup her bare sex. She gasped at the heat that poured into her as his fingers ran up and down along the bald little cleft.
He unbuttoned her blouse slowly, then worked his other hand inside, caressing her bare breasts and pinching the nipples. Erin moaned softly, her eyes rising to the mirror and meeting the wide eyes of the chauffeur, then turning away with a shudder. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out harder as his mouth trailed down to them, and he began sucking on her nipples.
"Oh, baby," she groaned. "Suck my nipples! He's watching us!"
"He's seeing what a hot, sexy woman you are," he growled, sliding her skirt up high, baring her pussy and fingering her moistening hole.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Let him watch you fuck me!"
"Let him watch you, not me," he breathed.
He half lifted her so she was sitting on him, straddling him, facing the front. She gasped, her breasts jiggling as Tom positioned her ass back against his crotch and opened his pants. "Oh, God! I'm gonna come!" she squealed.
She stared over the driver's shoulder, her eyes flitting to the mirror every few seconds to reassure herself he was watching. She spread her legs wide as Tom lifted her skirt up over her hips, and she burned with excitement as the chauffeur's eyes caught sight of her lewdly shaved pussy.
Then Tom's cock was pushing against her. She lifted herself up a little with his help, and grunted as he pierced her, gasping for breath as she sank down onto his cock.
She knew the driver's mirror would give him a straight view of her naked sex and Tom's stiff prick sliding up into it, and the mental image made her mind twist and squirm even as his cock pushed higher and higher into her belly.
"Oh, fuck!" she panted. "Fuck me!"
Tom gripped her ass and began lifting her up and down while she pressed her hands down against his thighs and tried to do the same. She spread her legs more, then brought her feet up and back, her heels against her hips as she knelt there.
Cars were passing by them now as they entered the city's core, but the risk only made things more exciting. She bounced atop Tom's cock, rising and falling, sliding up and down his hard erection as his hands rose and cupped her fat breasts, squeezing them together. "I-I bet he'd love to fuck me!" she panted. "I bet he wishes he was back here, shoving his big black cock into me!"
"I almost wish I was up there watching that," he hissed, a hand coming around to rub at her clitty.
She squealed at the thought, bouncing higher and higher, almost rising off his cockhead several times as her breasts shook and her head rolled from side to side.
Then she came, the pleasure a searing wall of white light and heat as her body trembled and writhed.
Her head fell way back as her breasts thrust out hotly and her cunt sucked and pulled at his stiff boner.
Moments later, his cock exploded inside her body and her spasming hole sucked him dry as he cursed and mauled her breasts desperately.
She fell off him as his arms collapsed and his cock softened, groaning as she fell against the padded seat and lay back with her legs sprawled across him and her skirt up around her hips.
After a few seconds, she slowly sat up and pulled her skirt down a little, then closed her blouse. Tom pushed his cock back into his pants and did them up, and they turned to grin at each other.
A moment later, she hit the button that sent the window sliding down into the seat ahead of them.
"Uhm, excuse me," she said, blushing, "what's your name?" The chauffeur looked at her in the mirror for a long moment before answering. "Brian," he said.
She smiled at him in the mirror.
"Brian, is it hard to drive a car this size?"
He stared at her again. "Not really."
"You see, my husband has always wanted to drive a limousine."
"Yeah, well, it ain't that hard. You just gotta keep in mind how big it is."
"Would you mind if he tried."
"Huh?"
"I mean, you could sit back here with me while he drove for a little bit."
She heard Tom inhale sharply beside her and her face blushed a little redder.
"I, uh...I don't know, lady."
"There'll be a nice tip in it for you," she purred.
"Uh...well...we ain't supposed to, but..."
He pulled over and got out, trading places with Tom, then eased in warily beside her as Tom pulled away from the curb.
She held out her hand and he automatically took it
"Were you watching me and Tom a few minutes ago, Brian?" she asked softly.
"Uh, well, I, uh, noticed. I mean, hard not to, you know." She looked down and saw the front of his black pants were bulging out.
"What did you think?"
"Uhm, you look real sexy."
"You think so?"
She raised his hand, letting her blouse come open, and rubbed it against her breasts. He gasped and she looked up to see Tom's excited eyes in the mirror.
She rubbed his large black hand over her ivory breasts as he stared down in astonishment. When she let go of his hand he continued to slide it back and forth, circling her breasts, squeezing lightly, lifting them up and fingering her nipples. He glanced at the back of Tom's head, then, face filled with excitement and lust, bent and spread his mouth over her left nipple. He closed it, teeth digging into the soft flesh around it, lips closing tight as he sucked. His tongue licked furiously as both hands squeezed her breasts tightly, and he buried himself in her breasts as he sucked and slurped.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Oh, yes! Suck my nipples, Brian! Lick them! Bite them!"
She pulled her blouse and jacket back over her shoulders, letting them slide down off her arms, then reached down and unbuttoned her skirt, opening it at the side and sliding it down her legs and off.
Brian pushed her back as she slumped down, spreading her legs, and he grunted in pleasure, his tongue racing over her breasts as his hands continued to squeeze and knead them hungrily.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, Brian! Shove your cock into me!"
He cursed in excitement, fumbling at his pants, and she gasped at the sight of his gleaming black cock, reaching out to take it between her fingers. She moaned and slumped back further, so she was laying mostly on the seat, only her shoulders propped against the door.
She pulled her legs back hard, raising her ass, and Brian guided his stiff prick down against her shaved white opening, then jabbed it in.
"Oh, yessss," she hissed, groaning as she spread her legs wide. Her feet rose up higher, hitting the door behind her head as Brian thrust down furiously, and she cried out in pleasure as his rock-hard cock filled her in an instant.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me!" she gasped, wanting Tom to hear it all, knowing his eyes were staring, watching this big black man fucking her.
Brian's fingers dug into her heavy breasts, sinking into the soft meat as his hips slapped down against her upturned ass cheeks. His cock, thicker than Tom's, but not as thick as Neil's, sliced back and forth between her straining pussy lips, pumping furiously inside her burning little quim.
After less than a minute of hard pumping, however, he let out a strangled cry of pleasure and came, spurting thick white wads of creamy come into the furnace between her legs and collapsing atop her.
She groaned, letting her feet fall onto his shoulders, panting for breath as he eased back off her and her legs fell.
"I...was so hot from watching you two, I couldn't help myself," he panted.
She sat up slowly, naked but for the stockings, garter belt and corset, then smiled at him and his cock.
"You got all hot watching Tom fuck me, didn't you?"
"Fucking right I did!"
She preened delightedly, loving the idea of turning men on like that, then reached for his cock. "I bet I can get you hard again," she said. "I bet you can."
She began to lick along the head as her fingers moved down to massage his balls. He sat back, spreading his legs as she slipped down onto the floor and bent over him.
"Hey, listen," he said. "You were trying to get that young woman before weren't you?"
"Maybe," she said, licking at his cockhead.
"You wanted her for you or him?"
"Both," she said.
He slid a hand through her hair and looked across the seat, back at Tom.
"You know, I got a really pretty wife I bet would love to do it with you."
She raised her eyes, looking up at him. "Really?"
"She's never done it with a woman before, but she'd like to. We been talking about it."
She squeezed the base of his cock and licked at one of his balls.
"Me and her, we do a little swinging sometimes, you know," he said. "We just never done it with...a...white couple."
"We've never done it with a black couple," she said.
His cock was starting to pulse in her hand. She took the head into her mouth and sucked rhythmically and he sighed and leaned forward, giving Tom directions to drive.
"She's home now?" he asked.
"Yeah. She works evenings. She's a dancer."
"A dancer?" Tom said.
"Well, she's a stripper, but she calls it dancing."
"Ahhhh. Maybe she can teach this one how to dance."
"Look who's talking," Erin snorted. "She's a stripper and she's never done it with a woman?"
"She hasn't been dancing it very long, just a few weeks now. She used to be a telemarketer. Believe me, the money from stripping is better.
"She probably does a nice lap dance, too," Tom said, grinning into the mirror.
"You bet she does. That's where most of the money comes from."
"Hmm, maybe a part-time job for you, Erin."
"In your dreams."
"Anyway," Brian said. "A lot of the strippers are lesbians, and a few have come on to her, but she's too proud. She hates to have someone treat her like she doesn't know anything. You know? She's always got to come across as the expert. I think that's one of the reasons she wouldn't do anything with the women at work."
"I'm not exactly an expert," Erin said, "But I've had a couple of uhm, experiences."
The thought of introducing another woman to lesbian sex made Erin's breasts swell and her pussy burn. She'd loved doing it with Amanda even more than she had with Kelly. It had been like taking her virginity, in a way.
"Well, Kim is bossy, just so you know. She-likes to control everything."
"Maybe she needs a good spanking," Tom said.
"Brother, you're welcome to try. I'd sooner spank a wildcat."
"She sounds like an interesting woman, your wife."
"You don't know the half of it."
He directed them to a parking lot, then the three took the elevator up to the twentieth floor of a newish building with lots of thick carpeting.
"Nice place, huh?" Brian said. "We just moved in. like I said, stripping pays big. Some nights she comes home with close to a grand."
"For stripping?" Erin exclaimed.
"Add it up, sister. She gets twenty bucks per dance. The dance only lasts for three minutes, that's the length of a song."
"I thought it was ten," Tom said.
"She works at a real imagine club."
He let them into the apartment, and a black woman with long hair in dredlocks looked up from a white leather sofa, then got to her feet.
She instantly reminded Erin of Kelly, and the thought of the sleek, cool blonde together with the lush, beautiful black woman made her pussy throb. She simply had to get them together somehow. That made her think of an all-woman orgy, and again her pussy throbbed.
"This is Kim," Brian said unnecessarily.
Kim was tall, though not quite as tall as Kelly. She had a narrow, aristocratic face with a fine, thin nose and a powerful-looking, athletic body. Her breasts pushed out tautly against a cutoff tank top and she wore tight spandex pants.
"Hi," she said warily.
"This is Tom and Erin," Brian said, "I was driving them to a funeral today."
The woman nodded and waited for him to continue.
"Uh, we, uh, got to talking and I invited them home for a drink," he said.
Kim's eyebrows rose questioningly.
"We, uh..."
"Brian was talking about how beautiful you were," Erin cut in, "and how you'd just started dancing. Tom loves dancing, but I'm just not very good at it, and Brian thought you and I might, uh, that you might like to teach me a few things."
Kim fixed sharp eyes on her, then flicked them to Tom before resting them on her husband again. Brian seemed nervous, and after a moment, Kim sniffed and nodded. "Get you a drink?" she asked. "Gin," Tom said promptly.
"Anything will do," Erin said.
She motioned to Brian, who hurried to get them, then motioned to Tom and Erin to sit before sitting back herself.
She looked at Erin and a small smile appeared on her face. "So, you want to dance, huh?"
"Well, I can dance, but, uh, Brian said you danced in a very...erotic way."
"I got the body for it. You don't look very graceful. Too top-heavy."
"I'm not top-heavy," she said indignantly.
"What are you, 38 double D?"
"Just D," Erin said.
"Probably cause you're short, looks bigger." She reached up and took a drink from her husband without seeming to even turn her head.
"Knowing Brian the way I do, I figure he really invited you over here to fuck me. That true?"
Erin shrugged and blushed.
"See, I happened to mention to him about how most of the women at work are lesbians and, ever since then, he's gotten a hard-on just thinking about me doing a woman. Truth is, the thought is kind of...interesting. I wouldn't mind checking it out."
Erin nodded.
She looked coolly at Tom. "You don't mind my fucking your wife, Tommy?"
He shrugged and smiled.
"Maybe I'll even fuck you, too," the woman said.
"Maybe. If you're lucky," Tom replied.
Her eyes widened and then she laughed out loud, slapping her thigh. "I think maybe I like you," she said.
She turned and looked at Erin again, then at the two men. "But I'm not doing her in front of you two. Not the first time, anyway. I mean, if this is like, going to be the first, I want it...private, you know. Maybe I'll feel like inviting you guys into the party after, but I want to be alone with her first."
Both Brian and Tom looked disappointed, but they agreed. After a few minutes, they decided they could catch a ball game while waiting. Erin was a little nervous, but her breasts were already starting to swell and throb, and she could feel the moisture between her legs at the thought of making love with the beautiful black woman.
"Maybe I'll even teach her a little about dancing while you're gone, Tommy," she said with a leer.
The men left, and she and Kim looked at each other.
"I, uh...suppose you're supposed to start," Kim said warily. Erin smiled and stood up, then sat down next to her. Kim looked on with a kind of haughty look, which was a little intimidating until she saw through it and realized the woman, as formidable as she seemed, was nervous.
"Brian said you and he had done a two-on-one before."
She shrugged.
"That's something I want to try. Did you like it."
"It was cool. More cocks means more fun."
"I'd like to try a gang bang," Erin said with a grin, "cocks everywhere."
"You only got three holes."
"And two hands. Anyway, I don't mind if I make a few wait. That would be so hot, to have a cock in my pussy, another in my mouth and another in my ass."
Kim snorted. "You don't look like the kind of woman who would do that kind of thing."
"There are a lot of things I do most people wouldn't expect."
"You done it with a woman before?" She nodded, reaching up to finger Kim's dredlocks. "Take long to do these?"
"Not once you're used to it."
The two were looking at each other from inches away, and Erin leaned in, pursing her lips. Kim eased back for a moment, then held herself still as Erin let her lips brush lightly across her own. Erin half-turned, leaning in further, feeling the other woman's breasts pushing firmly against her own as her lips came down more firmly.
Kim's hand slid up behind her neck, then stroked through her hair, sliding back and forth. Their lips lingered together in a soft, experimental kiss.
"You have soft hair," Kim said as Erin eased back.
"Thank you."
She leaned in again and their lips met once more, this time their tongues easing out to touch briefly before retreating. Kim's hands couldn't seem to get enough of her hair, and continued to slide back and forth through it as their kiss went on.
Again, their tongues eased out and slid together, their lips sliding wetly. Erin eased aside, then in against the nape of her neck, chewing and licking upwards towards her ear lobe.
Kim buried her face in Erin's hair, inhaling as she rubbed her face against it, inhaling the soft sweat scent of shampoo.
She eased back, their lips sliding together once again, and her hand slid down Kim's arm to her belly, then slowly up under her top to cup a bared breast.
Kim inhaled sharply, but their kiss continued as Erin slowly let her hand slide back and forth against the underside of her breast. She felt the fat, swollen nipple against her fingertips, and let her thumb stroke across it, then reached down, lifting the top gently up over Kim's breasts, bearing them as she looked down admiringly.
"You have nice breasts," she said. "They're almost as perfect as Kelly's."
"Who's Kelly?" Kim gulped.
Erin smiled at her. "The moment I saw you, I thought of Kelly. You two would go so well together. She's tall like you, very strong-willed, very athletic, and very, very blonde."
Kim snorted, but looked thoughtful.
Erin looked down at her breasts again and cupped them both, lifting them and bending, taking one fat dark nipple between her lips and sucking gently, then widening her lips, taking in the areola, then more of the breast, bringing her tongue against the nipple as she began to suck rhythmically.
One of the things she'd already noticed, in just her two experiences with women, was that women tended to pay much more time and attention to breasts than men did. Too often, even when the men did pay attention, it was to grope and squeeze and bite without a real understanding of how sensitive the flesh was.
She licked softly, teasingly, then stronger, her lips moving over the fine, firm breasts even as her fingers gently caressed and kneaded them from beneath.
After several minutes, Kim was breathing heavily, head back against the top of the seat, eyes closed. She had one hand behind Erin, still stroking her hair as Erin licked and sucked and nibbled at her breasts.
Erin slid one hand downwards, stroking her belly, then riding down between the woman's thigh to cup her mound through the thin spandex. Kim jerked slightly, but gave no other sign as Erin's hand rubbed softly back and forth against her.
She slid her hand back up then, and then down inside the elastic waistband, down into her panties and through a soft mat of pussy hair. She felt the indentation of the woman's pussy slit and fingered the top as Kim eased her legs apart.
They were both starting to slump down already, and Kim slumped a little more as Erin began to slide her fingers up and down against her slit.
"Oh," she gasped.
"Do you like that?" Erin whispered.
"I...y-yes," Kim gasped.
Erin lapped softly at her big, round nipples as her fingers rubbed a little harder. She curled one under and probed gently at the small hole, then slipped easily inside, pumping softly as her thumb rubbed at her clitty.
Kim began to hump up against her fingers, gasping softly. Erin slid her tongue upwards, chewed lightly at her throat, then plunged her tongue into her mouth as Kim reached up and cupped one of Erin's breasts.
"T-take off your top," she gasped.
Erin eased back, smiling. "You do it," she said.
She peeled her shirt up and off, then unfastened her bra and let her breasts push out. Kim stared at them, licking her lips, then reached up and ran her hand over the warm, sensitive skin. Erin reached in again, her hand sliding down into Kim's pants again, fingers slipping unerringly into her pussy as she leaned in and pressed her breasts down against Kim's.
Kim groaned, and again their tongues met, Kim humping and rolling her hips faster and faster. Their soft breast meat rolled and mashed together as they kissed, and Kim groaned long and low, her ass pumping up hotly as a climax set fire to her body.
"Shiiiit," she groaned, gulping in air.
Erin sat up and smiled. "Let's go to bed," she said.
She stood up, and after a moment, Kim stood as well. Erin followed her into the bedroom, where Kim halted uncertainly. Erin moved up behind her, pressing her soft breasts against her bare back, sliding her arms around her to cup and squeeze Kim's own breasts, then easing them down to her waist to tug her pants down her legs.
Kim stepped out of them, turning, and Erin straightened, on her knees, to find her face inches from Kim's pussy. She smiled, then raised her hands, stroking Kim's legs. She bent in and began to lick at her inner thighs as Kim shifted her legs apart.
Her tongue trailed up and down her thighs, then up against her pussy, her hands sliding around the tall black woman to squeeze her firm behind as she plunged her tongue between swollen pussy lips. "Oh, sister!" Kim gasped. "Do that again!"
Erin pulled her tongue out, then thrust it in again as Kim sighed in pleasure. She began to pump her tongue in and out, her lips jamming in to rub against her wet pussy, her tongue pushing in so far it ached, then sliding out to ride up along Kim's already hot, buzzing clit.
"Oh, God!" Kim gasped, hands coming down to grip her head. Erin licked quickly at her clit, then sucked on it as it swelled even more.
"Oh, man! Oh, man!" Kim groaned, spreading her legs further apart, hands sliding through Erin's long hair.
Her hips began to grind, her body to undulate as the pleasure rolled up and down through her nervous system. Erin jammed her mouth in harder, her fingers digging into Kim's ass cheeks as she sucked and licked at her clit and jammed her tongue up into her hole.
Kim let her head fall back and roll slowly from side to side, humping into Erin's hungry mouth, cursing softly as the pleasure set her mind spinning and her body trembling.
She came with a short, sharp cry and a frantic bucking of her hips, then fell back onto the bed, groaning wearily.
Erin took off her shoes, then stood and undid her skirt. Kim watched as it dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of it, smiling and standing straight, legs spread.
"That's sure letting it all hang out," Kim breathed, staring at her shaved pussy.
Erin smiled and climbed into bed as Kim edged backwards and repositioned herself.
Then she was on top of the black woman, their bodies rubbing slowly together, their legs spreading wider and wider apart until they could grind their moist, sensitive pussies together.
Their breathing grew more ragged as their lips moved together, and Kim bucked up faster and faster as Erin felt the pleasure and heat send her flying into her own orgasm.
In the midst of it, Kim rolled over, her body sliding around until she was kneeling between Erin's legs. She quickly gripped one of Erin's legs and half-rolled her lower body onto her side, then inched her own crotch forward, knees spread above one of Erin's legs, pulling Erin's other leg up across her thigh until their pussies were jammed together.
She began a fast grinding motion then that soon had both of them panting for breath. Erin came again, pawing at the sheets as her mind was bathed in fiery sexual heat. Seconds later, Kim came as well, rolling and bucking her hips to grind their sopping pussies together.
"Yeah! Yeah!" she cried, gasping for breath, grinding furiously until another orgasm gripped her.
She lifted Erin's upper leg up higher and higher, pressing it back with her chest, still rolling and grinding her pelvis. Erin reached up, eyes glazed, and they caught each other's hands, redoubling the force of their motions, their glistening pink pussies grinding together to produce blinding pleasure.
Kim came again, then again with Erin, neither of them able to stop as sweat coated their bodies and exhaustion made their limbs heavy.
Finally, they collapsed, gasping for breath, soaking the sheets beneath them as their chests heaved.