My face was contorted in obvious pleasure. One of my hands was running through Brett's hair, while I started really dancing against him, his hips coll...ding with the back of mine, sweat dripping everywhere, mixing with the come on the floor... and my legs, of course. "You want to come, baby?" he whispered through gritted teeth. "Do you?" he growled, thrusting ever so much faster. I focused on the excited faces of our neighbors, and, feeling this strange desire to finish the show for them, gasped. “Holy crap!” she said with a smile. Dewayne took her by the hand and led her to the end of the couch. He unclasped her bra and she tossed it on the floor. Then her slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them off of her. He had her spread her legs and then bend over the rolled arm of the couch. The arm of the couch was slightly higher than her waist and, as she bent over, Sara's feet left the ground. She adjusted herself until she was balanced and tried not to laugh.. Don't waste your juices on your finger."That seemed to pull Ming out of her pre-orgasmic trance. The reality of her standing there about to finger herself to a cum while watching us fucking at work hit her and her face turned bright red."I should go," she said in her barely decipherable Chinese accent."Get out of me, gringo," Ana said as she started to straighten up and face Ming. I backed up a bit and my dick slid out with a faint slurping sound. I was standing there with a raging hard-on,. “What?” I stammered. All that got me was the other hand on the other side of my face.I just stared at him, not wanting to risk another blow by opening my mouth, but my face was reddening with a mix of anger and shame. If I was honest with myself, I had fantasized about having Dannell and Donnell spit roast me some day – based on my experiences with the shovel handle I had creamed my sheets more than once to that fantasy. But this was different, I hadn’t worked out how I could ever possibly.