Jakey blasts Joy and Terri.

Jakey was almost there. He had already blown a few loads this afternoon, so he was building up a real tolerance, but one guy could only resist blowing his load with two hot sluts deepthroating his disco stick for so long.

At the moment, Joy had it down her throat. Jakey’s hand was on the back of her head, forcing her deeper and redder as she gagged and choked on it.

Most girls hated that. Not Joy. The more breathless Joy felt, the closer she got to that incredible orgasm that was just barely outside of her reach. Thankfully, Terri seemed dedicated to ensuring that Joy reached that summit, too. The fake Brit was stroking her clit with one hand and fingering her knuckle-deep with the other. Terri’s lips were locked on Joy’s neck, sucking and kissing and biting to the point that there was no doubt at all that Joy would be covered in big purple hickeys come the next morning.

“Fuck,” Jakey grunted.

“You gonna cum?” Terri said, never taking her hands off of Joy.

“Urngh,” Jakey said in a way that made Terri absolutely sure that he was only seconds away. He was red in the face and short of breath, and Terri had brought him to orgasm enough times today to recognize when the guy was in the middle of his vinegar strokes.

“Where do you want to—” Joy said, but it was already much too late for those sorts of questions.

Joy and Terri were hit in the face with a load of hot cum that was somehow just as thick and heavy as the one he had dumped inside of Marigold’s virginal honeypot. His goo splashed across their cheeks, pressed together, and left a long dripping line of white across their noses. Jakey sat back, exhausted, breathless, and satisfied and still amazed at the turn his day had taken for the better.

Joy and Terri were on each other in seconds, licking the cum off of their faces and kissing one another. Terri was ****, as if this semen was the only thing she would get to eat for days, as if Joy’s juicy lips were the key to her survival. “Fuck, Terri,” Joy gasped. Terri didn’t even acknowledge her. The sort young woman had pushed Joy to the floor, mounting her and feeling her up as she cleaned Joy’s face of any sign of the baby batter that Jakey had left on her.