Being a team player

She felt Earl jamming himself into her with increasing speed and knew he was about to add his spew to that of the others. The force of his thrusts lifted her hips off the sofa arm and he gripped her tightly at the junction of her legs and hips as if she were going to suddenly run away. Earl let go with a load he’d been saving for her since his high school days. He stuck her once, withdrew partway and then drove himself home as his nutseed flooded her. “Take that you homecoming queen bitch,” he thought silently to himself as he recalled all the times she’d shot him down in high school. He hoped he’d get another shot at her before the night was through.

She never did know whose cock was in her mouth. She felt hands on her head as it was slid in and out and she knew that whoever it belonged to hadn’t climaxed in quite sometime because when he came he shot gob after gob down her throat. She hardly had time to finish swallowing before the next stony shaft was placed before her and she reached her hand to its hairy base and sucked the head into her willing mouth.