Beach House Sleepover 3 by Boobrat

He removed his hand from my mouth, gripping my waist with all his fingers as he went deeper, faster, harder, and I knew his cock was inflated to the very maximum as we romped violently against the stall fence.

“Unnh, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned in my ear, tonguing it with whimpering shudders. I could feel the whole length of his dick pumping into me, and I knew I was close too.

Faster, harder, the groans between us grew louder, until finally he gave one strong, deep thrust, pulsating deep in my colon. The pleasure boiled over for me as his hard cock throbbed in my ass, and I gyrated my hips desperately back into him, my legs shaking, squirting my own cum all over the wall as he pumped spurt after spurt inside of me. Both of us moaning gently with each fading throb, I gave another couple of slow, nasal moans, squeezing the final squirts out of his hard dick as he held me around the waist. I turned, and our lips found each other’s, sucking and pressing together as his still-hard dick continued pushing in and out of me.

We broke apart, staring at each other’s lips like lazy lions after a feed.

Then I noticed it.

Someone else was in the room.

My head jerked in the direction of the door, and there stood Jake, leaning on his crutches with his mouth open.

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