Nothing exciting.

Olly decided to advance the plot. Detaching his hands from Angelica's breasts, he pulled up a chair and descended onto it. "Monika, sit on my penis."

Her laughter finally subsided. The woman removed her hand from her mouth, fanning herself. Then, she nodded, standing up from her chair. "...sure, sure, go straight for the home runnin' why don't you. Just lemme get out of these." Down her skirt went, leaving her smooth, curvy thighs and legs in the open. She stepped out of them, over to the boy, bending over a bit as she moved the crotch of her black cotton panties to the side. "...aaand we're good to go!"

With a sudden ****, and a superficial smile, she slammed down onto Olly's pointed penis, his pants having spontaneously vanished, which drove right up her comfortably sized pussy, moving up then down. Whenever her booty came down, it slammed against Olly's pelvis in hard, fleshy impacts, creating echoes of their slaps through the air. Her strong pounding caused her ass to ripple with each point of contact. Meanwhile, Monika yawned, her gaping mouth betraying the ferocious movements she was orchestrating with each thrust of her hips on Olly down under.

"Boy, this is fun." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, breasts flailing below against her top. "Angelica, how you doin'? Your cheek alright?"

"I'll be fine," the brunette repeated. A tissue was in her hand. She was focusing on patting herself dry while her half-naked friend had public sex with the pervy kid. "You slap friggin' hard."

Monika laughed, replying by confirming that she sure did.

It didn't take long before Olly came into her, gushing white cream into her raw pussy. She schlicked off, her thighs at a right angle as Olly's dick emerged from her hole and flopped over the seat. Their fluids bridged the gap. Monika suddenly slapped her right butt cheek, then retrieved her skirt from the ground, shimmying it back over her waist.