Thomas can’t last much longer

Thomas's thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in pants. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice tight. "And when I do, I'm going to paint your pretty, pert little ass with my cum. You're going to love it, aren't you?"

Felicity nodded again, the thought of it making her even wetter, her pussy clenching around his cock. The room was a symphony of male grunts and her own muffled moans, the air thick with lust and the scent of sex. It was a heady mix that made her feel alive in a way she had never felt before.

With a final, powerful thrust, Thomas pulled out, his cock pulsing with his release. He stepped back and began to jerk off, his cum shooting out in thick ropes that landed on her ass, mixing with Alex's from earlier. She could feel the heat of it, the stickiness that coated her skin, and she moaned around James's cock, her body arching back in pleasure.

James took his time, watching as his friend marked her, his own arousal reaching a peak. He pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her spit. "Turn around, my naughty little slut," he ordered, his voice gruff with need. "I want access to that tight little married pussy."

Felicity obeyed, her body trembling with anticipation as she faced the opposite direction. She felt James move behind her, his hands sliding down her sides to her hips. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her swollen labia. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.