Her hand, pumping and milking my shaft was moving slower and tighter.Her hand, pumping and milking my shaft was moving slower and tighter. I felt something wet on my thigh as I shot my final burst, hearing her panting and crooning "Oh yesss" to me. "Ohhhh Godddd!" I exclaimed, as I looked down at her. She was just sitting up, smiling at me, a white patch of cum on her chin and neck, and I was quite suprised to see that she had jerked me off onto her firm round tits too. Licking drops of sperm from her fingers, she looked at me as if she had just proved me wrong about something. I got an idea, and before the time was past, I sat up and whispered into her ear. "I want you to get up, walk around to that door and yank it open. If Jean wants a show, let's give her one." I indicated her sperm covered tits. She giggled and rolled out of bed, almost running to the door. She opened it all the way, exposing Jean leaning against the doorsill, naked with her hands moving quickly between her legs. Her eyes were glassy and it took a few moments for her situation to register past her lust, to realize that Shauna stood equally naked before her, her tits wet and slick with my jism. Smiling Shauna's hand was working over her orange bush too, as Jean's mind came back to reality. "Ahhhh." Jean stammered, obviously embarrassed, but her hands refused to stop moving in her blonde bush. Shauna didn't miss a beat. Moving closer to Jean, one hand still rubbing her orange-furred cunt, she ran one finger over her soaking tits, and leaned even closer to Jean. "I LOVE it when you watch us cum!" she said, and reached out and rubbed her wet finger on Jean's large nipple. "Doesn't cum feel good on your tits?" Jean's eyes, focused on Shauna's tits, glassed over as she sank to the floor, closing her eyes, and making the same small mewing cries I'd heard last night. We watched her this time, sitting with her back to the doorsill, legs spread, fingers deep inside. Her breathing caused her tits to rise and fall, the left one glistening wetly. As her breathing slowed, I got up and walked over to them, and scooped Jean up in my arms. She was weak and damp with perspiration, making her lean tight stomach look delicious. Her arms wrapped instinctively around my neck, her wet hands leaving my back slippery. |