An orgasm starts to build up inside you. You breathe heavily as it rises faster. You try and close your legs again but you feel helpless as the orgasm...rushes through your body. I feel your pussy gush with juices and drink them up as I slide a finger in your pussy. You moan loudly, wanting to close your legs to slow it down but you can't. Your back arches as my finger slides inside and presses against your g-spot. Your orgasm just seems to keep going and you can't stop it. Your pussy feels so. I pulled back quickly and a third load hit her lips and my shaft flopped out. "Fuck!" I said as my cum slid down her lips."Fuck, Yes!" she howled as she licked her lips and jerked her pussy to Peter's thrusting.I got off the couch and stood watching, my cock dripping on the floor as Peter withdrew his fingers, slipped his robe off and probed the entrance to her sex with a massive, thick-veined cock. He held her hips steady with both hands as he eased the head past her inner lips, stretching. My eyes were still shut. I was listening to her but I was elsewhere in my own head. My hair was suddenly being twirled by Michelle's fingers. I opened my eyes to see her less than a foot from my face with a seductive look in her blue eyes. " You're soooo sexy, " Michelle admitted to me." Here you go again, " I said rolling my eyes. It seemed like every time we had these little hangouts, Michelle wanted to get too friendly. I always pulled away and she would play it off like she's joking. But. She wants to be attracted to him but she’s not.”“She hides it well if she’s not!” Hailey mused.“And that’s what it is,” Tiffany countered. “It’s an act. We all know that we’re supposed to like the handsome, sweet, rich guys but a lot of us don’t. We like the tattooed, motorcycle guys or some shit like that. I never really understood it because I’ve never been caught up in the ‘bad boy’ thing. But that’s the type she likes and she’ll have to live with it. I’m sexually attracted to him – maybe.