We talked a while and got to know Marcy. We found out they were just friends, with benefits. After getting a little tipsy, we decided to watch a movie...on Netflix. We were in the den, which has a large screen TV, a wrap around couch seating 6, and a recliner. We turned on the movie and after 20 minutes, decided it was lame. As I looked for something else, Jim asked if we had porn, like we watched before. I was taken back by this, but Marcy blurted out Jim told me about an exquisite hand job he. In the meantime, I just caressed her head and watched her. As much as I didn't want to, I also found myself sparking a tear as well. Everything was magical it seemed, but almost too good to be true.I didn't even need to think about it because with passing thrust of her lips; she reminded me of the undeniable pleasure. Each time those delicate lips made it back towards the end of my wood, I felt the cooling sensation, and she made me twitch."Wouldn't it be so hot if she did peek in here now and. " As he said this, he moved his body to rest his feet on the long sofa. her blushing face grew a deeper shade of red now. she looked down to her hands, doing her best to keep from wringing them with nervousness, making a conscious effort not to touch him. she tried to adopt her normal posture and released a deep sigh, raising her gaze to meet his stare directly. "We need five hundred thousand rupees (currency of thier country, equaling to ten thousand dollars) to settle our problems." she. "Oh!" said Jean as the air expelled out of her lungs from the cock jab. First, he was moving slowly. As the passion continued to build his piston motion got faster and deeper. The thrusts came even faster and faster as the passion began to build.In minutes, she could feel another orgasm starting to build. "Oh damn. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Don't' stop!" she screamed.Suddenly an orgasm overwhelmed her senses, and she started screaming. Mark kept up the pounding for another five minutes.