My hand moved faster, and I could see her eyes half-open, looking down between her legs. I wondered if she was staring at my cock, and if she liked what she saw. Did girls like looking at us as much as we liked looking at them? I stroked the shaft, squeezing the tip, slick with pre-cum. My cock was pointed directly at her cunt, less than a foot away.

“Faster, David,” she whispered, still frigging herself, her whole body moving with it, her hips rolling on the table. “Wank it faster. I want to see.”

I did, shuttling my hand up and down, watching her flesh move under her hands, her lips swollen, the pinkness moving toward red. It matched the head of my cock, which was so red now it was almost purple as I stroked it. I could feel it building-it wouldn’t be long. She was making these little noises in her throat, “uh, uh, uh” over and over, her head rolling from side to side.

“Ohhhhhh fuck!” Her eyes opened to look at me. “I’m gonna come!”

I groaned, pumping my cock furiously now, watching her come. She moaned and gasped, her whole body shuddering.

“Oh bloody hell!” I felt my own climax beginning. She slipped her feet off the table and scooted to the edge, grabbing my pulsing cock in her hand. That was more than enough to send me over, but then she pointed my spurting cock directly at her cunt. I groaned and jerked against her, shooting jets of hot, sticky cum onto her mound, watching as thick, ropey strands of it clung to her pubic hair, and some even dribbled down between her lips. I watched its descent, fascinated, my cock still throbbing in my hand.

When I was spent, she smiled, lifting her hand to her mouth. I watched, caught somewhere between horror and fascination, as she licked my cum off her hand.

“We taste good together, baby brother.” She smiled.