John comes all over himself

As John's arousal peaked, the sight of Jane's cum-clad pussy pushed him over the edge. With a guttural grunt, his cock erupted, his own release painting his body with a warm, sticky mess. His hand worked furiously, each stroke coaxing out more spurts of cum that splattered across his abdomen.

In the heat of the moment, Mark and Jane, who had seemed lost in their own world, suddenly noticed John's grunts. Their gazes turned towards him, their post-coital haze temporarily disrupted by the unexpected sound.

Jane's eyes met John's, and she smiled through the residue of Mark's release on her face. "That's it, John," she purred, her voice still laced with desire. "Let go. Give in to it."

Encouraged by Jane's words, John continued his movements, his body pulsating with pleasure as he rode out the waves of his climax.

John's breathing grew heavy as he emptied himself, his spasms gradually subsiding. He could feel his own cum coating his skin, the stickiness a reminder of the intense pleasure he had just experienced. As his body slowly recovered from the intensity of his orgasm, he felt a mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability.