You finish off Maggie

Maggie pouts, pushing herself off your face and slipping onto the floor, "And I was just getting going with this little cutie!" She leans in, hand groping at your chest, her lips meeting yours as her fingers pinch at your nipple, the taste of your juices mixing with the after taste of the men's cum.

She pulls up from the kiss, your tongues sliding out past each other for one more passionate embrace, a shining, translucent trail of that wonderful mixture of cum, pussy juices and saliva dangling between you as she smiles sweetly down at you and you smile sweetly back at her.

You think about just telling her how badly you want her petite little body, how wet you are already once again growing just from that kiss, from her hand massaging so tenderly at your breast. But actions speak louder than words, don't they? So you lean up, closing back in on that kiss.

She let out a soft moan as you press into her, twisting yourself upright, your tongues never leaving each other as now your hands begin groping along her body. The two of you stand there briefly, lips pumping in passion as your hands roam each other's bodies, her hands gripping around your back, one squeezing at your firm butt cheek. Your hands are more aggressive now, one returning her nipple-pinch to elicit a happy little wince, the other hand pressing itself into her wet slit.

You push her back, hoping to stumble her onto a sauna bench so you can **** every inch of her body, but the bench isn't behind her, and you find yourselves stumbling right out of the sauna. She starts to fall to the floor and you catch her, lowering her down, one hand instantly pressing between her legs, already pumping at her pussy, the other teasing at her breast as you run a trail of kisses down her neck, along her chest, along the curve of her perky tits.

"Oh god..." Her hips rock against your hand as you continue your **** right there on the hallway floor. You catch a pair of cowboy boots in the corner of your eye and realize there's a growing crowd. But the way she's gasping, you know it's gone too far to take it away from her now.

Your teeth close gently on her nipple and a soft, slow moan is cut off in a sharp, high-pitched little gasp of joy. You reach down from her breast, your other hand still pumping in and out of her, and pull her knees up to her chest under you. Your trail off kisses leaves her nipple and start working its way along the underside of her leg, nibbling gently with every sloppy kiss.

You close in on her pussy, one hand pressing two fingers roughly in and out of her, putting pressure up along just the right little bumpiness in there, the other hand holding her knees against her chest. Your mouth kisses her wet lips, your tongue flitting across her clit, teasing down around where your fingers are speeding up inside her.

"Oh god yes!" Maggie cries as her pussy starts tightening around your fingers. You only speed up, pumping her harder and faster as her back arches, her legs pressing against you. "Oh god, fuck me! Oh god yes!" She shouts right there, in the hall, the crowd of men watching you bring her to orgasm.

You slow your pace as she starts coming down, pumping you fingers gently, almost tenderly against her doubtlessly sore little pussy, letting her legs free. She tugs at you, pulling you up, off her tender little snatch, her legs wrapping around you as your breasts press into hers, her lips closing in a soft, slow kiss. She shivers, her body wrapped around you.

"Why can't men do that?" She murmurs.