Your head rocks back as your orgasm crashes into your pussy. I can feel you squeezing as I thrust my hips up into your womb. "Fuck!" you scream, sur...ly waking your friend in the next room. The creaking bed giving away our actions, your bucking hips taking direction from your increasing levels of sweet pleasure. You recognize the subtle but distinct humming sound. She's masturbating. The thought of her vibing her pussy while listening to you get fucked triggers another release, this time. .. Grandpa," she suddenly urged, looking back impatiently over her shoulder, her hands going to her rear cheeks, pulling them apart, opening herself completely to him. "Please Grandpa, please," she insisted again, seconds before I felt him enter her. "Ahhhh,... ohhhh Shiiiiiiiiiiit,... oohhhhhhhhhh yesssssss," she wailed, now stuffed with close to twenty inches combined of our fat meat.I could feel him through the thin membrane separating us as our large penises pumped furiously inside Amy, his. I was struck by how long his limbs were: while in Japan I was used to being taller than most folks I came across. Then again, all the athletes I met were tall. ‘Welcome, Miss Uchiya,’ he said, indicating the back seat. I moved there quickly. The back seat offered more stability, especially once the limo started heading around a bend. ‘I am honored by your invitation,’ I said with the bow of my head. ‘Yoroshiku onegaishimasu.’ ‘Yoroshiku ne,’ he said. ‘Please, let’s not be so formal. I’m afraid. I tilted my head back and cried out when you slid a long finger inside me. The cool rain hit my flushed cheeks, cooling them, sliding down my neck as your fingers slid over and over inside me. “Please…Kyle…” I gasped weakly; my legs shook as the pleasure increased with the rapid fluttering of your tongue. You only added more fingers, spreading me wide. I moaned when I felt your fingers move against me, up and down, back and forth in the same rhythm as your tongue. When my knees began to wobble,.