Giving her a good soaking

Then she brought her hands up to her cum covered tits, took a fingerful, and put it into her mouth, sucking noisily.

“Mmmmm ….,” she said in her sluttiest possible tone. “Tasty. Good boy, Jeff.”

That was enough.

We all set about wanking even harder, but the sight of Jeff’s cum and her sluttiness pushed us over and one by one, panting, moaning, we unloaded our balls, shooting our loads with greater or lesser accuracy until her tits were drenched in a sticky covering of warm, hot, salty white cum.

Finally, only I was left, my hand moving slowly up and down my shaft, my balls tight underneath, ready to explode.

She looked me in the eye, archly, lips parted, fingers frigging her soaking pussy, panting. And she nodded.

That nod did it. It was both an order and an acceptance of the inevitable all at once.

I closed my eyes, breathed in, and let go.

Fuck.

I’d never thought that I could produce so much cum. It must have been the edging, and the sight of her tits in reality, rather than on a computer screen. It was enough to make me completely lose it.