“I have waited so… so long. For you. Jasper.” She said his name as a barely audible whisper. “Madison,” he returned her name, “so beautifu....” They spoke no more as their arms wrapped around one another. Madison, having never felt another’s touch upon her before, revelled in the new sensations. A shiver went down her spine as Jasper’s hand caressed each of her breasts in turn. He removed his shirt and pressed his warm, muscular chest against her. Warmth seeped through her skin, heating the blood. She was delighted that David seemed to understood her. She wanted his touch, but right now she needed the gentleness she was getting. David wanted more too. His cock was still rigid and leaking precum onto the sofa. He ached for relief and wanted to bury himself inside her. He looked down at himself and realized comically that he was still wearing his pajamas around his hips. While continuing to run his tongue lovingly over Julie's inner thighs and lick gently at her pussy lips, he pushed his. The louder she moaned, the harder he pinched. He knew she was about to cum so he stopped thrusting. He pinched and rubbed her clit hard and fast until he felt her orgasm overcome her but he didn't stop there. He continued to tease her clit while he resumed thrusting his cock in and out of her. He knew he was taking her up to a second orgasm, but was surprised to feel a third one rip through her in the second before he was ready to blow his own load. Pulling out, he squeezed a load of hot sticky. She couldn’t understand why she was already on the verge of giving up, and her nonexistent response to halfhearted internal pleas to resist left her crushed.As delicately as possible, she probed her sex. The damage already seemed recoverable, despite a lingering ache in the deepest limits of her channel. Her rear entrance was much the same; nearly as raw to the touch as the rest of her buttocks, it burned with the aftermath of friction and unprecedented intrusion, but otherwise appeared intact..