Jayden McKenny

Unable to type with boxing gloves on. Zombie junkie. Internet fanatic.

I'd like to think that since that summer, I've become somewhat of a connaisseur de chatte, a pussy savant, a gourmet cunnilinctor -- and Sarah's is still in the all-time top ten. I got lost in the texture, the feel of her labia, the taste and scent of her essence, the sight of her swollen sex and the sounds of her pleasure, the .... well, I just enjoyed the fuck out of it. I didn't even try to keep track of how many times she got off. It could have been one phenomenally long one, for all I knew. I would stop when she wanted me to stop or when Jeannie succeeded in milking that third cum out of me with her very energetic fucking. Which she eventually did. Right about the same time that Sarah couldn't take anymore and collapsed off to the side of me, still holding on and quivering with the aftershocks. With Sarah out of my line of sight, the image of Jeannie's callipygian ass rocking across my groin and the side boobage as her massive mammaries swung together, then apart, then together, then apart... that image did it. That and her occasionally rolling her nipples as she came.