Damn right!

In a moment of excitement you rush off of the cushions and move over, settling yourself on the end of the couch. There's an immediate curse of appreciation from Greg as he watches the raven-haired woman he's already in the midst of taking move up just enough to bury herself in the woman he had only moments before released his seed on the cheeks of.

Already high from the ecstasy of having been so full just moments before, combined with a very recent climax, it takes almost no time at all for you to find a groove with the other two. Subconsciously, you recognize that Greg's eyes don't move from you for a single, solitary moment, taking in you being eaten out by the woman he was pounding quite thoroughly... however, your attention is entirely pulled elsewhere.

Your eyes explore the woman in front of you. You watch as she, through gasps of pleasure and pain, thoroughly and almost desperately pleasures you with every fiber of her energy. An admirable action considering the sheer **** of movement coming from Greg, and while you at no point directly look toward the man, the same deep feeling of need that has supplied your entire weekend forces you to watch the girth of him move in and out, her skin rock with every motion like an oncoming wave.

Quickly, however, your attention pulls back fully to the hazel eyes looking up at you, almost **** to watch you climax once again at the hands of her skillful tongue. The very sight of her causes your breath to hitch on your throat, your mouth to drop open near-uselessly. You are cognitively aware that she's near climax as well, as fingers had taken advantage of her position, her attention focused entirely on pleasing you.

It only takes a few moments. You can see her reach an abrupt climax, and you're right there as well. You watch her eyes roll backwards, and in that very moment, you feel the heat of climax wash over you once more.

Distantly, you can hear your own climax, an aching moan of desperation that spontaneously breaks into a squeal of pleasure. Then, you can hear the groan of climax coming from Greg, as if from very far away.

Your mind, however, is entirely focused on one thing; The sound of Sasha's voice letting out a scream, and the feeling of that sound rolling across you post-climax.

Time passes by. You're not sure how long.

But as you come down from your incredibly series of climaxes, you can see the raven-haired figure resting against your thigh, a bright, content smile across her face.

"Thank you." She breathes.