Hot Summer Job/Warn Carrie you’re going to cum
"Carr... Kylie, I- I'm going..."
"I'm so close," whines Carries. She slips her hand under Kylie's shirt and kneads at her tits. "Just a little more..."
You're still thrusting madly, but you shake your head. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum, Riley! Just cum!" she yells. "Cum on me!"
You can't help but try to hold back, wanting Carrie to join you in your climax. But sliding through her soft juicy mound while she presses you down into it so forcefully is just too much for you. Clenching your ass, tightening your taint, none of it matters anymore.
With a final forward thrust and a loud groan you finally explode, your balls twitching up against Larissa's soaked panties. A massive rope of semen soars into the air smacking Carrie in the cheek, with the tail of it landing on her tank top. You immediately convulse again, your cock perched atop Carrie's clit. This thick wad lands just short of Carrie's face, further staining Kylie's blue tank.
"Yes! Cum for me!"
Carrie's wet hand wraps around your shaft as your third burst blows across her toned stomach. She savagely starts beating your meat mid-orgasm. The sparks that fly as her fist squeezes you, the shivers as her thumb presses past your ridge over and over, all of it make your eyes roll back into your head. You buckle forward, your fourth wave of ecstasy trapped within your shaft due to the sharp increase in pleasure. After a few more seconds, the pressure building, it too shoots out with a blast. Then another. And another.
"Fffuuuuck!"
You force your eyes open. That was Carrie screaming. Looking down you discover her finishing herself off with one hand while she pumps you through your orgasm. Another eager spurt brings you to buckle again, leaning onto Carrie's legs and fully splitting them flat against the bed. Since you've managed to drift back to the furthest extent of Carrie's reach, your latest release lands on top of Carrie's fluttering fingers. You groggily lift your head to look at the rest of the damage you've done. A second streak of cum found its way to Carrie's face, crossing over her lips. Yet another glob rests on Kylie's shirt, while a splatter pattern of spray covers part of Kylie's sheets.
Yet another spasm from your well pumped cock, desperate to continue its performance under Carrie's ministrations, launches another small spurt which falls just beside Carrie's active digits and onto the lacy hem of Rissa's now fully defiled panties.
Carrie finally stops jerking you off and instead squeezes hard, gripping you for support through the peak of her own climax. Wanting to help, you reach forward and squeeze one of her perky little tits in turn. She releases your cock in an instant and slaps her hand against the back of yours, holding it still. A few seconds later she releases a throaty moan. Her entire body, coated with your cum, quivers with pleasure under you.
It takes a moment before the intensity of Carrie's shaking begins to subside. From there she just goes limp, chest heaving, legs slipping off the edge of the mattress. She can't close her legs since you're still standing in the way. You use this opportunity to clean off your still dribbling dick. Leaning into her, you stick your tip between her flush vulva.
"Gawww... no..." she pants.
You squeeze upwards on your shaft, draining the last bits of jizz from your rod which you proceed to paint up and down between her lips as well as into the crotch of Larissa's panties still wedged between them.
"Mmmm, you... dirty..."
You finally pull away and offer her some relief. Carrie writhes her arms across the covers and crosses her slender legs sticking off the edge of the bed, stretching out her sultry form. She looks so content laying with her eyes closed and a big smile stretched across her cum streaked face. Despite crossing her legs, her healthy thigh gap lets you continue to gaze down at her ravaged pussy, her reddened lips hugging the soaked pink underwear of her grade school daughter.
Well that was a little crazy. What now?