Clarissa was hiding something from John

“Hey guys, didn’t you see the messages we sent you?” Trisha was facing the door, bouncing her ass up and down Steven’s cock. Steven was busy writing in his notebook, and didn’t even notice John and Clarissa coming back.

“I left my phone here, but Clarissa had hers on her…” John looked at his friend. The guilty but amused look on Clarissa’s face was followed by a sheepish answer.

“I got the messages, but I thought that maybe you wanted to go down to the café again… and use that woman again,” she asked John with a twinkle in her eyes.

“… and maybe this time, you could alternate between her tits and my ass?” She turned around and bent over, showing off her twitching asshole.

“The nerve on that girl,” John thought to himself as he put the two cappuccinos on the table in front of him.

With an exasperated sigh, a hardening cock, and a dripping wet pussy, John and Clarissa went back down the stairs.

“Thanks guys! Oh god, fuck my wet cunt with that hard dick…” they could hear Trisha as she resumed bouncing up and down Steven's thick cock.