A Brunette Eagerly Awaits A Hot Facial Finish

You stumbled together to your room, not drunkenly but just like a bunch of kids horsing around. He gripped your ass now with both hands and grunted with each pump, your tongue still trying to dance over Megan’s swollen clit, but more and more you had to pull for air, gasping with pleasure as Ethan’s vocalizations of raw sexual enjoyment became louder, and closer and closer together. The bar flashed its lights on, blinding you for a minute as you rushed to finish your last sips of the rum and cokes that those accountants from PWC had bought Megan and you. He was still, the little ice pail gripped on his right hand, his left still frozen above his head in some fake flourish he was attempting to perform. Plus, you needed to stop whatever you had felt was going on inside you. You felt an almost out of body experience as she squeezed them ever so slightly, before letting go and moving her hands to your hips.