The boys are worn out, but the girls keep going

You can feel Nicole's firm little buttocks pressed against your groin and the still vice-like ring of her anus squeezes tightly around your cock as it begins to soften. Your weight keeps her pinned as you watch Miranda plunge her fake fuck stick between your friend's innocent lips. Your heart is pounding and you can feel your body trembling in post-orgasmic release.

The grip on your cock is getting too much now, so you slide back, slipping free. As you sit back on your heels, you watch Nicole's puckered muscle clamp shut on the mess of white goo you pumped into her bowels. She struggles with the plastic filling her mouth, causing her to gag as it probes too deep.

With your weight off her body, she is able to bring her hands up, slapping desperately at Miranda's thighs to stop her. Whilst it doesn't achieve much, Miranda seems to find it is enough to interrupt her fun. Glancing round, she see's that you have sat on the floor, clearly drained. Matt and Tom both sit further away, looking equally limp despite the impressive show. Sarah, however, is sitting on a seat, staring. Her red hair is a disheveled mess, her thigh sticky with juices from the earlier entanglement with Miranda and breasts heaving. From the look on her face, you guess she never expected this to go so far. Lust and fear seemed to be fighting it out in her eyes.

"Sarah!" Miranda's tone was sharp and demanding. "Get over here and help me teach this little cunt a lesson."