My head was still fuzzy from all the drinks the night before but it soon cleared to remind me that I had not dreamed what had happened. XXX I watched transfixed, my limp cock still resting inside Jane’s sopping opening, as Paul slammed his cock deep into her mouth hitting the back of her throat with every stroke. I just couldn’t stop looking, and the fact that at the hilt of each stroke Paul’s balls slapped into my face, only seemed to make the whole situation more exciting. “It’s late now, so why don’t you stay over and we can have a little more fun?” she asked, and I was too drunk, giggly and aroused to refuse. I didn’t know what to do and the next thing I realised was that I was shooting my spunk into Jane’s mouth as she sucked me to my conclusion and I thought I was never going to stop.
