It stalls, thanks to Tom's lewd comments distracting you

"Ah, watch the zipper," Sam points out, making you pause in confusion, one hand on the oddly soft skin of his very hard shaft.

"Maybe you should pull it," he adds in a futile attempt to clarify things.

"Yeah Jenny," Tom adds unhelpfully, "Harder! Harder!"

"I think it's hard enough," Bill Murmers, and the two guys snigger.

You feel your cheeks flush under your tan as you glare up at them. "You're just jealous," you say with a jutted chin.

"I'm trying to help him!" you insist, absently running expert fingers down his sensitive length. "He's in pain."

"Not anymore," Tom smirks, earning another glare. Your fingers curl in exasperation, circling the shaft before instinctively squeezing.

"Look, would you just... go away and let me finish!" you manage to say with annoyance.

It was this man whose antics have slowed you down all day. If it wasn't for him you'd probably be done already. It certainly didn't help that he kept groping you, or preventing you from grabbing proper clothes, making you prance around nearly naked, showing off your body to anyone who happened by...

You don't notice as your breathing speeds up, or that the flush in your cheeks has changed from anger to something else, or that your hand goes from encircling the thick shaft to actively moving up and down the pulsing length.

Sam moans a little beneath you, and without even thinking about it you speed up your pumping fingers, making it twitch in your grip.

"You're gonna do us later, right?" Tom asks, clutching his crotch. "I've got a real big ache right here."

Yeah right, you think, opening your mouth to...