Linda began to come, and she squeezed both her wet tits as she did, rubbing his come all over her large, rosy nipples.Linda began to come, and she squeezed both her wet tits as she did, rubbing his come all over her large, rosy nipples. Just as she finished and rolled off of Steve, I zoomed in and caught his face, glistening with her wet juices, and the creamy white in his moustache. He looked right into the camera (and at me I thought) and licked her cream from his moustache while smiling up at me. I clicked down the lens, "fading to black", and shut down the recorder. My pussy was wet, so wet that I had almost soaked my panties through to my jeans. Now I felt awkward, being the only one dressed in the room, and I turned to rewind the tape. I heard Steve whisper something to Linda, and she snickered a little. I turned around and saw them both smiling at me. "What's so funny?" I asked. Linda told me to look at my behind in her dresser mirror. I moved and looked around, and sure enough, there was a dark vertical stain on my jeans were my pussy had wet them. "We must've done good." Linda remarked. "You got hot and bothered by it." "It's nice to know you appreciated it." Steve said. "Well, what'd you expect?" I shot back. "I'm not dead you know!" The tape clunked off, and I hit the play button, handing Linda the remote control. I sat in a chair while they fast-forwarded through parts, stopping to review some of their own action. Every once in a while, they'd oooh or ahhh about some shot. Linda liked several touches I added, mostly of views from her perspective. |