Morgan does the honors

After breakfast, we enter Meghan's bedroom, finding our sleeping beauty. We look to each other before Meghan says "You wanna ride him?"

"Sure, but sharing is caring."

"I've already had my fun with Tommy in the shower this morning."

I shoot Meghan a smile. "Can't blame you."

"Well go on, before I change my mind." I wouldn't blame you for doing that, either.

After throwing off my towel, I crawl onto the bed. Despite putting my weight on the bed, Silvio doesn't shift. Must be a deep sleeper. Let's see if I can change that. First, I run my finger up his chest. Despite my touch, he doesn't even blink an eye, so I drag the finger down towards his flaccid member. Not much I can do with a soft cock, so I kiss his tip. Somehow, that doesn't wake him up, so I take a more drastic measure, grasping his flaccid shaft between my finger and thumb. Next, I proceed to suck on the tip, to which he purrs, finally showing some signs of life.

"Good morning." Meghan says.

"Ugh... Morning." Silvio replies.

"About time." I say, putting more fingers around his stiffening shaft. As that thick piece of meat grows between my hand, I imagine what it'd be like to have it in my pussy again. The mere thought already has me moist. I need to get this hard dick inside of me now. Within seconds I'm on top of Silvio, my pussy lips teasing his shaft with promises of entering my soaking wet slit. Before he can think, I'm fulfilling that promise, and filling myself with that thick cock of his.

"That's it sugar. Use that dick." Meghan cheers.

You're damn right I'm going to use this dick. You're probably stuck there using your fingers or some plastic toy, whilst I'm here riding this Italian hunk. My hands are clawing into his chiseled chest as he gives me that adorable dumbfounded look of his. Maybe he was naive enough to believe we'd give him at least five minutes to wake up. Not me. I'm going to get the most out of this fat Italian cock before it's gone.

As I move faster, I hear Meghan's purrs. She's probably masturbating at this point, but she could be flying to Mars for all I care. At this point its full steam ahead on the orgasm express. My limbs are becoming weak, my breathing heavy. It's inevitable, and I'm sure they both know it, but that doesn't stop me from shouting "Fuck... I'm cumming..."

My body quakes as feel Silvio's seed flood my channel. With a smile, I flop down onto his rock-solid abs. After a peck on the cheek, I say "You better shower up, you've got a big day ahead of you."

"It appears so." He replies.