Definitely real. Definitely warm. Definitely soft. Definitely attached to me. Which meant that I had definitely sprung a leak in the head."This can't ...e real," I said as I copped a feel of my own boobs. I saw the material of the shirt tent up as the nipples tightened. While I was noticing that, I noticed that the fingers doing the groping were women's fingers.Suddenly all the stuff the dark-haired girl had been screaming made sense. I looked at her again. This time I recognized her from the. She was naked, her back to the wardrobe mirror, inspecting the butt plug as it nestled between her butt cheeks, her heavy breasts swaying as she bent forward to allow her the best view of her ass. She looked so hot, and despite our earlier exertions, my cock rose to attention as the sheer eroticism of the sight. I told her that she looked like a porn star, so sexy, and her pose was erotic, that she had got me hard already just knowing that she was walking around penetrated by that glass plug.. You let out a scream as he withdraws and has one further stab at you. Another stream of his juice spurt inside you, and he leaves you, and lies exhausted on the ground. You, me and the other guy are all completely spent, only the second girl does not seem to have had her share of the action. I look at her kneeling on the ground with her fingers still furiously rubbing at her clit, and I think to myself how lovely she would look, attached to the rings and hoops in my flat. Her eyes covered with. A stream of spunk shot out of his penis onto his stomach and the rest dripping down my hand and his hard shaft. Further, slightly lower noises kept coming as Bob’s orgasm died away and he relaxed once more. ‘Wow Pete, you really hit the spot there, phew…’ Bob said as he rubbed sweat from his brow. ‘What and orgasm.’ It was then Sylvia’s turn as she screamed ‘Yes and Arrgghhhh.’ climaxing with equal force by the sound of it. Sylvia fell on top of Bob and slowly came back to earth. I laughed and.