Sadly he cums before you do, and try as you might you're left on the verge without satisfaction

"Oh God..." you mutter. "This is so wrong. My boyfriend..."

"Fuck your boyfriend. Nah, fuck me," the boy says, crushing one small breast in his hand. As your body slams back against his, making his already fierce thrusts even more bruising you feel yourself rising toward the crest.

"Oh God!" he grunts suddenly, and stops, buried deep. Frantically you try to withdraw so you can shove backward but he clutches you to his body as his seed dumps into your depths. You attempt to clench on his prick, seeking any kind of stimulation, but the muscles of your pussy feel too weak and stretched to provide what you need.

"Not bad," he pronounces, holding on to you as you squirm, waiting until he's too limp for you to hump before pulling out with a slurp.

"You didn't let me...." you start to whine, so damn close your fingers start to dart down to finish the job. Just one touch....

"Jenny?" a voice calls softly, and your eyes widen in alarm and your hands freeze.

"Jacob!" you hiss, but not loudly enough for him to hear. Your head snaps around, and sure enough you spot the tall muscle-bound shape of your boyfriend standing near the entrance to the theatre, gazing around with eyes that are still adjusting to the dark.

"Quick, my clothes!" you whisper to the men, making a lunge across the last few feet toward your belongings.