Giving her a good soaking

Then he let out a long, low moan. He knew it was coming. He dropped to his knees. At the same time, she gave her tits an extra hard slap and cried out in that weird mixture of agony and ecstasy. Then he came.

“Came” doesn’t cover it.

Jeff had been edging for a week he’d told us, over a beer in the pub beforehand. Preparing himself, he’d said. Making sure he made the most of the moment. Making sure she got a good load.

She did that.

I swear his cock jumped in his hand, like a weapon, as it spurted, the first shot falling onto her belly, then the rest reaching further, spraying his heavy load of hot, white, salty cum over her tits. Considering he was shaking, his aim was pretty good. He managed six good hard spurts of semen, soaking her tits before he started to slow down. The final few spurts didn’t reach her tits, but still left a good pool of white cum on her smooth, tanned belly.

For a moment I stopped wanking in awe. She had slipped her hand inside her thong and as he came, she had frantically rubbed her clit until she came too.