"Let's fool around first," she sighed. She leaned over his lap and gazed adoringly at his huge cock. She frigged down with her fist, skinning the head out in a naked slab of purple meat.

Pre-cum oozed out abundantly. "Don't jack me off!" he squealed as her hand pumped up and down again.

"Why not?" she giggled.

"Ain't we gonna screw?" he whined.

"Sure. We can fuck all night, Nicky. You can fuck my sweet ass off. But you're gonna shoot off right away, the first time, right?"

He nodded.

"I don't want you to cum as soon as you shove it up my twat, baby. If I pump you off for starters, you'll be able to fuck me longer, right?"

He grinned, seeing the clever logic in her statement. Now he was grateful that the storm had allowed them to spend the whole night together.

And the idea excited the voyeurs, too.

Seeing a handjob was as good, in a way, as seeing some fucking and sucking – because Anna got to see all the jizz when it spurted out.

Barbara bent over Nick's groin, her tits jiggling saucily, staring at his meatrack fondly. Whacking him off always gave her a thrill, and tonight it would be all the better. Knowing that his second hot load was destined to be spilled in her pussy.

She began to frig him rhythmically, and he humped up from the couch, fucking her fist.

Preliminary goo washed down his meaty cockshaft, greasing her strokes. The heel of her hand hit his balls, then she pulled up to the cock-knob. His cockhead was flaring out, lathered with a spunky seepage. It looked like a fat purple plum coated with whipped cream.

She leaned lower and twisted her torso from side to side, brushing her tit-tips against his cockhead. He nudged his prick into her cleavage and shoved up again, fucking her titty tunnel.