Sinful Whore

Then the man ripped his cock out of her. The woman rolled onto her back and the man jerked his cock. I gasped as his cum erupted, painting the woman’s soft breasts. She moaned, squeezing them as the man spurted lines of white across her tits. She panted, massaging the creamy mess into her tits.

And then a new movie played. A man and woman kissed before a bed. I shuddered, eyes locked on the screen as clothing came off. The woman slipped down before the man, her tits exposed, and pulled his cock out of his slacks.

He wore no boxers beneath.

“Oh, wow,” I gasped as the woman practically inhaled his cock. She bobbed her face so fast, sliding up and down his shaft.

I squirmed worse. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My breathing quickened. My nipples ached. I wanted to free my breasts and play with them. My hands, resting on my knees, gripped them, palms sweaty. If I let go of my knees, I was afraid I would start masturbating like the gentleman I saw.

The woman sucked harder, louder. She bo