Being a team player
The slippery pit between her legs was working its magic on Jeff’s fuck stick and he was about to give up the ghost as he thrust, once, twice, three times and then clenched her hips to his as he dumped a prodigious amount of spunk into her already cream filled cooz. As Jeff feebly lifted himself off the sweating blonde hands were directing her.
She rose to her feet only briefly as gobs of goo ran down the insides of her thighs. She was rested on the end of the sofa with her left leg supported by the sofa arm and her right barely resting on the floor. Her body rest along the length of the back of the couch. Mike had planned this well so two of her orifices where available to service the steel hard cocks in the room. Her pink folds were lewdly splayed open for the men gathered there. The bright pink of her blood engorged lips frosted with the semen of her three previous studs. Each of them appreciative of the fact that she was a team player and they were the team that was about to play.
Mike no more than had her positioned in this easily accessible position than the 300 pound tackle waded into her with his mast fully extended. Jackie looked back over her shoulder to see the massive girth of the man as he was slamming his meat home. “Earl, Earl Connor, I refused to date him in high school and now…..” her thought was interrupted by an erect penis being dredged across her lips. She could smell the man smell of it as she opened her mouth and accepted the fleshy offering. It began drilling into her mouth as if of her own will.