I finally stood up from Kyle’s bed. My legs felt like jelly, shaky from coming so hard on his c**k, but I loved that feeling, the ache and the wetness still dripping slowly down my inner thighs. Hunter and Kyle were both standing there now, right inside the doorway to his room, c***s still rock-hard and pointing straight at me. Their balls were pulled up tight, skin shiny with sweat.
Their eyes begged without words. Hunter’s thick shaft twitched every few seconds, a fresh bead of pre-c*m sliding down the fat head. Kyle’s long curve leaked steadily, a thin string dangling from the tip almost to the floor. They looked wrecked already, chests heaving, faces flushed dark red.
I let my dress fall back down. The thin white cotton stuck to my skin in wet patches, my n*****s poked through like t
