Amy comes hard

Ben stays buried deep, hips pressed tight to your ass, cock throbbing inside the clench of your pussy while Beth’s fingers work your clit in fast, slick circles. The wet sounds of both of them fill the room.

“Say it again,” Ben grits out, voice rough against the back of your neck. “Tell me you’re gonna come on my cock.”

“I’m gonna come,” you gasp, the words tumbling out between shaky breaths. “Fuck, I’m gonna come—don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

Beth’s mouth is right at your ear, her breath hot. “That’s it, baby. Let go. He’s so deep in you. Can you feel how hard he is? How much he wants to feel you squeeze him?”

“Yes—yes, I feel it—” Your voice breaks as another thrust rocks you forward. The red suspender straps pull tight across your hips; the lace tops of the stockings bite into your thighs. “It’s so much. Beth, I can’t—I’m right there—”

“Then come,” she says, fingers pressing harder, faster. “Come all over his cock. Show him what a good girl you are. I want to hear you.”

Ben groans, the sound low and strained. “Fuck, Amy, do it. Come for me. I want to feel this tight pussy milking me while I hold still. You close? Tell me.”

“So close—oh fuck, so close—” Your hands clutch the cushion. You can see, in the dim light, the way your own thighs are shaking inside the sheer nylon, the glistening place where he is stretched inside you, Beth’s shiny fingers flying over your clit. “Ben… Beth… I’m coming—I’m coming—”

“Good girl,” Beth whispers, fierce and warm. “Come. Right now. Let it happen.”

Ben’s hands tighten on your hips, holding you flush against him so he stays buried to the hilt. “That’s it. Come on my cock. Fuck, I can feel you starting to—”

The words tip you over. Your whole body locks up, a broken cry tearing out of your throat as the orgasm crashes through you. “I’m coming—fuck, I’m coming so hard—”

“Yes,” Beth breathes, still rubbing you through it. “Just like that. So fucking beautiful.”

Ben groans your name again, louder this time, hips twitching but staying deep while your pussy pulses and grips around him in tight, rhythmic waves. “Jesus—feel that. You’re squeezing me so tight. Don’t stop. Keep coming for me.”

You can’t answer with words anymore, only shaky, helpless sounds as the climax rolls on, wet and intense, the stockings clinging, the lace soaked, every nerve lit up while they talk you through it and hold you there, filled and shaking.