Tina put her head down onto Michelle’s shoulder and they lay in silence for a moment, the only sound the sex tape still playing on Michelle’s lapt...p. Tina lifted her leg and closed the screen with her foot. “I’m sorry I made your leg wet,” Tina said. “That’s alright. I like it,” Michelle replied. “You do?” Michelle paused. “Yeah, it felt really good. That and your breath on my neck made me touch myself again”. “And what happened when you started touching yourself?” Tina asked. Even. I was so lost in this feeling that I almost choked as I felt Jays monster slide right inside me, pushing harder until his balls pressed against my arse. I felt my ass muscles squeezing tightly round his throbbing hot pole as he impaled me with all his length, grunting loudly as he held it in position. Instictively I tried to gasp but the dick in my mouth prevented me doing so. All I could do was lie back and let the 2 of them use me like a whore while Jay began to pound my hungry hole harder. They reached the building, ornamented with magnificent fruits, which ripen at the beginning of July in the artificial temperature which takes the place of the sun, so frequently absent in our climate. The countess left the arm of Monte Cristo, and gathered a bunch of Muscatel grapes. "See, count," she said, with a smile so sad in its expression that one could almost detect the tears on her eyelids--"see, our French grapes are not to be compared, I know, with yours of Sicily and Cyprus, but you. So, who'd be the wiser if I stroked one off? Taking my pleasure more seriously I began to slide my hand up and down my thick 8" shaft. I could feel the digits of my fingers as they ran along the ridges on my cock, the swollen pulsing viens causing ripples along the top. The thick tubule along the bottom seemed almost to disfigure my cock from a circular shaft to one with a distended underside. I knew before I finished I'd feel my cum rushing through this tube and splash the shower wall. Knowing.