Boys Are Messy

Matt just grinned at Irene's accusation. When she's right, she's right.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as the redhead tugged on his erection. A smile of pleasure spread across his face as they stood there in the middle of his living room. She paused her stroking briefly to lean over and spit on the top of the cock in her hand. Several times. Using her saliva as a lubricant.

"Oh, yessss," he hissed when her other hand cupped his heavy balls. Matt rotated his hips, feeling himself getting closer and closer.

"I've been thinking about last weekend all week," she commented as she worked that cock. "That was the first time I've made a penis squirt that wasn't my husband's since we've been married." Her fist made loud squishy sounds as she slid it back and forth, working to bring forth his load.

"W-well," he gasped, his hips twitching. "I-I'm always a-available if . . . if . . ." His voice trailed off and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Irene chewed on her lower lip, her eyes locked on that full, skin-stretching erection in her possession

"OOOO!" she squealed when that first wad of cum splattered against her stomach. Matt grunted and groaned as he repeatedly fired out globs of thick, creamy sperm, drenching the front of that lavender dress. Working together as a team, they emptied his nuts.

"Oh, shit!" Irene gasped once Matt's ejaculation had ended. She suddenly realized the mess they had made. Rushing into the kitchen, she grabbed a couple of sheets of paper towels to blot off the offending substance. Matt was right behind her and he grasped her wrist, stopping her actions.

"Leave it," he told her. "Wear it like a merit badge."

"You're crazy," she giggled. But she tossed the paper into the trash and went back into the living room, waiting for the return of her husband and Matt's wife. "Could I have another drink?"

They didn't have long to wait, for soon the side door from the kitchen to the outside opened and the other pair entered. As Holly went over to the sink, she called out to Irene, "Grant really had a load. I thought . . ."

She stopped speaking when she noticed the shiny, wet stains on Irene's dress. "You, too?" she laughed. Then, looking first at Matt and then at Grant, Holly announced, "Boys are so messy!"