What's not to like

Sexy girl tongue in ass... what's not to like.

So, you're fucking Stacy while Charlotte is rimming you and life, suddenly, is awesome.

Stacy, clearly, is torn. While Mara and Anna are nagging her to stick to the script, and while Crystal is giggling over Stacy's inability to read even simple computer scripts, you get down to some serious fucking.

Feeling Charlotte's tongue up your ass pushes you to the edge and you bite down on your cheek to see if pain will interfere with your need to cum at once.

Then you feel Charlotte's little fist grasping your balls.

"Keep going." Stacy is having a hard time talking, let alone following the script. Well, you always figured that you'd get better at fucking if you could just get some practice and the girls are proving that theory to be a good one.

"Fucking too fast," Anna says. "Slow for script."

You're pretty sure there wasn't a lot of slow when you and Crystal moved the earth, but you're willing to slow down... as long as nobody tries to blue-ball you again.

Stacy's nipples stand straight up, and her face and chest have blushed rosy and sexy as hell.

"Whatever they say, don't stop," she whispers. "God, I need this so bad."

Which makes at least two of you. You feel a twinge of guilt over being vocally frustrated about being blue-balled when at least you're getting to fuck another girl and poor Crystal got cut off just as hard as you without any particular hope of immediate relief. Just a twinge, though, because you're way too busy to spend much time actually thinking.

Finally, Stacy manages to gasp out the formulas from the script that you and Crystal put together based on your earthquake creation... and nothing happens.

Which is to say, there are no earthquakes.

Which is fine with you. Because you aren't in the mood to be stopped again.

"Thank god that's over," Stacy whispers. "Now fuck me hard."

Who are you to turn down that kind of request? (Answer--no way are you saying no.)

You pick up the pace again, while, through it all, Charlotte's clever tongue works its magic on your ass.

You feel the pressure building inside you, but it's nothing like the weird feelings you got when Crystal was working her formula... it's just good old-fashioned orgasm on its way.

"Okay, it not working." Anna strips off her lab coat showing that she is wearing nothing underneath. "Now fuck me."

"No way," Stacy shouts. "Keep fucking, Mike."

Shit, you'd like to fuck Anna but you're not going to leave Stacy high and dry.

And then, all of a sudden, it's too late to stop. The only decision left to you is where to shoot your cum because one thing is certain... it's cumming now."