Aftershock Kendra

Kendra was still sitting on the sofa. She had stretched her hands back far above her head almost the whole time and for a while she had also stretched her head back over the backrest. Now she sat there wide-legged with her bare ass on the edge of the sofa. Her cunt glowed with lust and glistened like a disco ball.

Her friends had caressed and massaged her throughout the performance, pushing up her dress and touching her lewdly. They were also the ones who had brought her to orgasm at the end. Now they sat there as if they couldn't cloud any water. Even though they had just licked their fingers clean of Kendra's pussy juice.

I, on the other hand, was quivering. I was in agony. Agony from hell. My manhood was almost bursting with lust. I would have loved to tear off my blanket and pyjamas and masturbate until I drowned the three girls in my cum. Only the thought of celibacy and the sin associated with it, the violation of church law, stopped me.

I couldn't let myself be carried away by these feelings. My head had to take control of my body again. Logic! Logic would be the only thing that could put me back on the right track.