Then she got wetter. It was easier. It was better, and God, she wanted all of his cock, hard into her. She rolled around on it, digging it into her cu...t, hurting herself, but loving every inch of it.After several moments of hard fucking, she locked her ankles behind the back of his neck, thrust her hips up high, almost lifting him from the bed, and cried aloud as she threw her cunt against him in the agony of her climax.At the same moment, Stu began the shorter, faster strokes that forewarned. When her fingers moved over my panties, discovering my arousal, she gained more confidence. I knew I was a goner."You want this, don't you, Celine," her voice low and self-assured.I stammered as I replied, "Yes, Monica. I do."She purred, “Good girl. I knew it.”She rolled my face to hers with her free hand placing her lips against mine for a deep long sensual kiss. Her fingers returned to my tummy then worked their way under my panties.Since Monica had started running, I'd noticed a change in. Nothing in her expression reveals her reaction. She simply crosses to me and says coolly, ‘Better, I think, if we remove one garment at a time.’ She looks at Ty. I realise he has literally been holding his breath for he almost gasps as he nods agreement.Monique unfastens my blouse, removes it, nods in apparent approval of my rose-patterned bra. She passes a palm across my left breast. Finger and thumb test the nipple, which hardens. Monique stands back. My turn. I approach Ty who drops his. I get your rigid shaft about halfway into my mouth and I start to pump faster, a salty taste filling my mouth as your head starts to leak pre-cum. I pump up and down, slowly but surely working my way down your cock, hearing your sleepy moans as I tighten and loosen my lips, changing the amount of pressure from my tongue. Slowly my lips get lower and lower, making nice slow progress to stop myself from gagging loudly, afraid it will wake you up with a start. I gag a few times, softly, little.