sensation of his cock being squeezed tightly by Jenna's asshole, while Mickey's tongue pressed against its base.
Never one to be left out of things, Mark Silo suddenly felt his own body tighten. The pressure of Joe's still-stiff cock, added to the clutch of Jenna's greedy, spawning cunt, became too much. He began blasting a geyser of heavy white jism into her frothing depths. His hands clutched her face, pulling it to his as he popped his wad, and he and Jenna took turns trying to bite each other's tongues.
"How does it feel?" Mickey whispered in Joe's ear, lifting her dripping face to his as he continued pressing his shriveling cock into Jenna's tight asshole.
"Fabulous," he muttered. "Terrific. I never thought anything could feel this good."
"You'll feel something better a little later," she promised.
"Huh?" was all he could manage, as with tightly shut eyes he felt another charge of cum shoot through his cock.
"Wait until you use my ass," she promised.
He opened his eyes and stared into her sex-hungry face. He, too, was beginning to understand the meaning of unselfishness. He saw the happiness glittering in her eyes; happiness brought on by the fact that he'd had such a terrific climax. She was happy because he had come. Oh, she was some terrific chick, all right. And he was learning more and more about her every moment.
"Love you," he muttered, the first to admit it as he grabbed her head and jammed her mouth to his, kissing her passionately.