Corrine.

I looked up at the ceiling as Amy managed to peel herself off my body, buzzed from the wild exchange between me and my wife. Part of me was straining to recover, knowing full well that I still had two beautiful friends to take care of, while another part was threatening to explode from the orgiastic ordeal. Yet another part felt content just lying there, drenched in consecutive afterglow, uncertain of any movement in case I ended up shooting myself over the edge.

"Just look at you two," I heard Corrine snicker. Blinking away my exhaustion, I recognized the tall buxom blonde and Elizabeth standing over us. "Are you feeling okay?" Elizabeth asked with a smile.

"I'm feeling wonderful," I breathed. "...Any chance of a break?"

"Not until we get ours. You know we're still filming, right?" Corrine gestured at Talia.

"Fair point. Mind helping me out for this one?"

"Not at all." As Elizabeth carefully rolled Amy out of frame, Corrine spread her legs as she adjusted her position over me. Like a gracefully descending swan she began to kneel over my flagpole, spreading out the airy material of her gown over our legs. A throaty moan escaped her lips as she claimed my lower head, sliding down until our thighs touched beneath the veil of satin. Tenderly she leaned over me, unbuttoning my tuxedo with shaking hands as she kissed my neck and shoulders.

"Just promise me one thing," she murmured at me with glistening eyes, snaking her fingers between mine.

"What's that?" I whispered back.

"Don't let me go."

I watched on, awestruck, as Corrine clasped both my hands as tightly as she could and began bouncing on my rod with abandon, pushing my elbows into the carpet as she flailed and wailed. It was a wondrous, bizarre sight - beholding the angelic Amazon, my first ever serious high school crush all those years ago, now worshiping my cock with her heaven-sent pussy like her life depended on it. It helped to some extent that she was doing all the work, completing the image of a Valkyrie arriving from the great beyond, calling her fallen warrior and restoring him back to the afterlife.

"Love me, Ian," Corrine half-begged, half-sobbed as she leaned in. With her shoulder straps shaken loose by her violent tossing, there was nothing left to stop the flimsy top from surrendering her luscious globes, which dangled over my face. "Love me!"

Instantly I took to her thick, swollen nipple like a dying man, wrenching a shriek from Corrine as she redoubled her efforts, slamming me into the floor while she ground our hips together. I felt our hands separate, only to have my face crushed into Corrine's tits as she promptly wrapped her arms around my shoulders. In reflexive reciprocation I hugged her back, continuing to tease her nipple between my teeth as she rocked me harder than an earthquake.

"God, Ian!" Corrine screamed, freeing my face as she arced her back. Underneath her bridal dress I felt the friction between our legs build to a scorching fever pitch. "I - I...!"

And then she clamped her lips shut, falling on me as she kneaded her hip into mine like she was trying to fuse us together. I heard her whimper against my ear while I ran my hands down her back, letting her ride out her orgasm. Soon enough Corrine's squealing turned to sighing, and she raised her head to look at me, a tear streaking down her cheek.

"I love you, Ian," she breathed, taking my lips with hers.

"I love you, Corrine."

We lay there for another half minute or so, but as I felt myself throb inside of Corrine, I knew there was still one more challenge left to surmount. Feeling my strength return as Corrine got up, I managed to pull myself to my feet. Talia sat alongside Stephanie, the latter having roused when I wasn't looking and joined Talia in stroking themselves, while Amy had regained control of the camera. Elizabeth looked at me and Corrine, an expectant smile on her face.

"May I ask one thing too, Ian?"