Miranda is getting railed

Initially, you thought that Sarah just meant that Miranda liked having her asshole played with and nothing more, naively, you imagined her to be still techically virgin...
But now that you see what you are seeing ... good God...

Surely it would be impossible for any virgin to withstand an anal pummeling like the one she's receiving.
That without taking into account that Tom is definetly well hung, not only in lenght, but also in girth, if compared to the average.
Even in case he would have been gentle, not exactly the partner you would like to lose you virginity with.
And now he has really picked up some pace...

The distinct sound of Miranda's firm butt clapping against his groin every time he sinks his shaft into her asshole, all the way to the base, tells everything.
That's not the way to treat a virgin girl, you think, suddenly feeling ashamed of how you're neglecting your own partner.

You don't know how much Nicole is actually aware of your behavior tough.
She seems quite busy with the all new sensations, quietly moaning by herself while she bobs up and down of barely a couple of inches on your cock.

Surely, even if you felt many times the urge to do it, you managed to resist the need to take control and penetrate her deeper.
That's commendable.
But you're not taking good care of her either, all focused on what's happening to your crush.
You're just in the middle, doing half-assed things, like Miss Johnsson always tells you.
Akward how you could think of your math teacher in a moment like this...

Anyway Nicole deserves better.
You let your hand slide between her tights, there where your bodies connect, and gently start fondling the soft folds encasing her clit.
It's tiny, like you would expect, but throbbing.
When you dig with your fingers into her flesh, she tightens, in way you would never thought it could be possible, her moans getting lounder.
You kiss her neck, inspiring the soapy scent of her blonde hair.

For a second your eyes close.
While you try to guide her movement, matching it with yours, she is suddenly the one you have ever wanted.
Her breath becomes shorter and hissing as you twitch faster and faster inside of her.

You open your eyes.
Before you, Tom is still railing Miranda's ass mercilessly.
In a glimpse of clarity, you are struck by the thought that the whole thing is actually more arousing for you to watch than pleasurable for her to withstand.

The douche simply holds her by her wrists now, arms pulled back like handles, without conceding anything to her pleasure.
His frenzy wrecking, unshackled, her limp body, causing it to jolt like a ragdoll.

Sarah is not taking care of friend anymore, either. She's tangled with Matt, somewhere there on the carpet.
But you don't care about them...

Only about Miranda, you say to yourself, as uncosciously ramp up the speed of your thrusts, into that tight heap of flesh that you still vaguely acknowledge beeing Nicole.
It becomes a race with Tom.

The way he's dominating her...
You are pretty sure you would never be able to do something like that to the girl you love...
And yet, it's a sight that, surprsingly, you can't help but find absurdly hot.
It seems to whip your orgasm like nothing you have ever experienced.

To accomodate to the height of his hips, now that he doesn't bother anymore to lower himself to her level, your crush has been bent forward completely, barely able to stand on her tiptoes like a ballerina.
She squeals and grunts at every bounce she makes, more for pain than pleasure.
At each of Tom deep thrusts, some air is forcefully pushed out of her lungs, producing grunts and squeals that sound more of pain than pleasure.

You'd like to save her in some way, but how? She doesn't even look your way...