He lets Corrine have him.

With that permission, Corrine took me into her mouth. Her technique was sloppier and less refined than Talia's, but getting sucked off by one of the hottest women I'd ever seen was its own pleasure.

The scene behind her was heating up. Rachel had somehow coaxed Elizabeth into making out with Stephanie, like some kind of lesbian wizard. The best friends' tongues were entwined and Elizabeth had her fingers buried in Stephanie's golden hair. Rachel herself was now roughly sucking and tugging at Elizabeth's magnificent breasts, while massaging her snatch through her panties.

Amy, with one hand in her underwear, was watching Corrine work up and down my shaft. The feeling was mounting as she settled into a rhythm. Her eyes kept contact with mine, and I could tell that she wanted more.

Talia crawled over to her friend, and caressed up her legs to her rear. Soon she was kneeling next to her with one arm around her waist. My exotic wife watched Corrine bob on my cock, then reached a free hand underneath her to massage her breasts. Corrine lost her rhythm slightly. Talia drifted her other hand from Corrine's waist around her ass to her thighs. A moan onto my dick and Corrine's unfocused eyes let me know exactly what my wife was up to.

"She's really wet, Ian. Dripping onto the floor. Her clit --" Corrine moaned. "-- is on fire. Do you want to fuck my husband?" Corrine nodded with my cock in her mouth. "Ian, do you want to fuck Corrine?"