A Virgin Cums. [WM]

One could have thought she was **** before, but one would have been very wrong. Triss could feel the pleasure from her core to her head, fogging every thought of alarm and replacing it with **** lust. A whining, moaning mess even if her fingers were barely stroking her entrance. She felt her large fingers push against every good spot at her entrance. Toying with her, to the point where she was forcefully pushing her cunt on top of her fingers to practically jeg her for more. Barely able to keep herself from Coming undone then and there in front of Whitney. She was barely even teasing, and her childhood best friend had almost come undone. So sensitive, so loud, and yet so delicate. Such a perfect partner for Whitney.

She moaned loud enough for The entire building to hear when Whitey's fingers reached inside her wet clit. She couldn’t stop moaning and whining. Her ass clenching and her ears lowering, completely submitting to Whitney. She was so far gone she couldn’t even hear what Whitney was saying. Her vision was cloudy and her body trembling, **** for more. Pussy clenching and unclenching around her fingers, still tight but growing tighter as an orgasm tore through her core and out to the open.

She whimpered and clenched around Whitney hard. Her hands gripping her waist and her nails almost drew blood as she came completely undone in front of Whitney. If one thought her precum was plentiful, you hadn’t SEEN anything yet. Fluids gushed out of her, onto Whitney, and onto The couch. Orgasms being a first for Triss, she just fell over. She was exhausted but obviously not done. Her cheeks were still red and her breath was short.

She wanted more, but one orgasm seemed so overbearing on her body. Taking all her energy, and the feeling of her own legs. Her pussy was still so wet, making soft splashing sounds as she leaned all her weight on Whitney. She was still, obviously light. Even if her tits were huge and her ass larger than most she was still undeniably small and light. Her hands now wrapped around Whitney's waist and her head buried in her neck and hair. Exhausted worse than she ever could be from work, but such a blissful feeling she could never want it to end.