Please let me fucking cum,” Bridget pleaded.“Don’t cum just yet. Hold yourself. Do not cum yet whore.”“I’ve got to fucking cum. Please let...me fucking cum.”“Not yet,” Janelle said in a very strict voice while fingering her friend all the harder.“Please let me cum. Why won’t you let me fucking cum? I have to cum. I can’t hold it any longer.”As Bridget began arching her back, with her pussy tightening, it was impossible to maintain her self-control. She let out with a loud moan as Janelle yelled. I arched my back to grind my ass against his crotch and could feel his dick start to strain through his pants. For a few seconds all I could think about was him tugging my underwear down and fucking me from behind while I bent over the kitchen worktop.But then he flipped me around so I was facing him, gently pushed me back against the counter and then leaned into me. “I want you so bad," he told me, insistently."I need you," I said. “Can we find somewhere?"Somehow his fingertips were gently. Thank you," she gasps. "Thank you for sucking his dick for me. Thank you for getting him hard for me. Ooohhhhhh. God, I'm cumming again. It feels so good. I love this cock. I love him fucking me. Tell me I don't have to stop, baby. Tell me we'll keep doing this. I don't want to hide anymore. Oh God, I want us to share his cock, baby. I want you to experience what I'm experiencing. I want...I want...Ooohhhhhhh.Sharron explodes in orgasm. Her fluids cascade down his cock. His shaft, his balls,. It was almost dark when we returned to the car. About twenty feet away, there was another car parked and a man, probably around mid-fifties was putting his dog into the back of the car. I noticed he was watching Jay as she walked around to the rear passenger door of our car to change out of her muddy boots. As she was bending over, he continued to watch her backside, which looked gorgeous in her tight leggings.I told her she was being watched and her exhibitionism streak kicked in. Instead of.