Maria needs some attention.

After Missy heads off to your bathroom to clean up, Maria gives you a speculative look. "Fuck it," she says.

She sits back on the couch and pushes her skin-tight yoga pants off her round hips, revealing her tiny black lace panties. When her pants are bunched around down around her ankles, she spreads her thighs, grabs your hand, and puts your fingers on her crotch. "Feel how wet I am," she says, watching your eyes.

Her panties are soaked. Her crotch shifts under your hand, tilting toward you, eager. She rubs your fingers with hers, pressing them into herself. Then she guides your fingers under her panties with one hand, and puts her other hand behind your neck and pulls you close for a hot, hungry kiss.

"I want to come," she whispers, nibbling your lips. She shifts her hips again, and she uses her own fingers to put yours on her clit. "Right there. Nice and easy."

Then she draws you into another kiss again, moaning into your lips. She's breathing hard almost immediately, and her hips roll on the couch as you tease her clit. She keeps her knees wide and her hand on top of yours, urging you to provide the attention she desperately needs.

After several long, **** kisses, she draws her lips away to take a breath. "I wish you could fuck me," she says. "I want you hard and hot inside me. I want to ride you until I'm screaming."

Then, with a little grunt of frustration, she kicks off her shoes and yanks one foot out of her tangled pants. She turns toward you, lifting her bare foot up and over you and hooking it on the back of the couch as she leans back, reclining. She puts your fingers back on her clit and then uses one hand to spread her pussy while her other hand clutches the couch. "Don't stop. That's so good..."

As you stroke her, she moans, lifting her chin, arching her back. Her hips roll and rock under your touch, and you know that your couch will smell like her pussy for days.

After a few gasps, her breath catches. Her grip on the couch tightens, and her hips start to quiver. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god..."

Then she throws back her head and screams, her hips thrashing. Every stroke of your fingers sends another jolt through her body. You wonder if your couch is going to collapse under the **** of Maria's orgasm.

Eventually her eyes open in amazement, and she lets out a long, satisfied, exhausted groan. She glances at you as if to make sure she hasn't blasted you out of the room. Then she looks up and over her shoulder.

Missy stands in the hallway, smiling, hand over her mouth like she's trying to stop herself from laughing. "Don't let me interrupt," she says.

Maria collapses again. "I think I'm good," she says, still catching her breath. "Do you want a turn? You can't tell me you're not wet after all that."

"I'll be fine. I can always lock myself in my room when I get home and fuck my pillow."

"Your pillow gets more action than I do." Maria runs a hand down her glistening thigh, sighs, and looks up at you. "Can I use your shower?"