Kevin is making me so hot, the relentless slapping of his balls on my pussy, his giant cock spearing my arse, his hands playing with a nipple and my ever sensitive clit. Kevin, you're driving me mad.
I spit again on my fuckers pole, his face is contorted, his mouth is gaping, his breathing is spasmodic, his hands fist the bed on both sides of him.
"Oooo, this looks like just what I need, I've always wanted to be in a porno."
It's Jen, my darling Jen . . . . . fuck, that door must still be open.
She's already in the nude except for her tiny, transparent g-string, how long has she been out there watching us. Who cares, she's here now and that just makes things perfect for me.
I know we have spent many a hot, pussy wetting afternoon watching fucker in his garden, we have simulated on each other what it would be like to have him fuck us, we have laughed so hard, we have got pissed thinking about it and finally we would watch each other cum.
And now here he finally is, the man of so many nasty dreams, his trunk swaying in my hand as I wave at Jen.
"Get over here you little whore and let me hurt you with this thing and then let's see if you're a real woman who can take it up the arse, your friend here has no hope." he spits at Jen.
If Jen had had something less valuable than a camera in her hands at the time, she would have killed him with it.
"Hold your horses big man, I'm the director around here, now shut the fuck up and do exactly as I say." Jen never has taken that kind of stuff from men and she wasn't going to start with him, she had what he wanted, not necessarily the other way round.
Well he did and she could hardly wait to do exactly what he had suggested, but she wasn't going to let him know that.
"Now roll over and stick that arse of yours right in Wendy's face."
All this time Kevin was soothing Wendy's shoulders and neck as she gently came down from yet another huge 'O', he picked her up with his wonderful tool still buried in her arse, turned her face to him and kissed her passionately on the mouth.
That was the first kiss they had ever had and it was so soft, so full of everything she had ever wished it to be. So many times she had talked to him on the landing and had watched his mouth move slowly as the words purred out of him, so many times he had to cough slightly to bring her out of her dream.
So many times he had thought that he must be so boring for her not to even be listening to him, now here they were, in each other's arms, him buried high up in her bowels, one hard manipulating her left breast whilst his other hand pressed her pubic bone though her hair, with his middle finger gently moving backwards and forwards across her clit and G spot.
They had each other in a different world, on a different level, they could feel each others souls.
