They cum their brains out!

Stacey reacts immediately and loudly. She lets out a rising scream of delight, crescendoing in a ear-piercing squeal. As she convulses on her back her abused pussy squirts girl-cum in a spray over the rug in an almost unreal torrent. Her hips buck in **** reaction, her eyes roll back in her skull, showing only the whites.

A neutral observer might guess she was in the middle of an exorcism, rather than enjoying the biggest orgasm of her life.

Maria rubs her clit furiously and cums only a few seconds later. She moans at a more human volume, still shuddering hard from edging so long. She had watched every second of Stacey's serial blowjobs in rapt fascination. She had realized - in between visions of her lips in place of Stacey's on your infinitely virile shaft, of her dressed as your personal slut, even of her pussy engorged and denied - that inside her lay desires she had scarcely acknowledged. When she had obeyed your order to cum she sensed that she had crossed some invisible threshold though she didn't understand what it meant.

But the orgasm wipes that thought away, she moans in pleasure and the feeling is heightened by watching the other girl writhing and bucking on the floor, practically naked. Maria's orgasm ends, she withdraws her fluid-wet hand from her pants and watches Stacey's rapturous climax continue another 30 seconds or so before she goes limp. Stacey is covered in sweat, the rug near her soaked, her face beet red. She looks at you, her master, as if you have just brought her salvation.

You turn your attention to Maria. She unglues her eyes from Stacey when she realizes you're her focus.

"Madre de dios," she breathes.

"Do you want some fraction of the gifts I've given Stacey?" you ask.