"Oh Gina, your cunt is so fucking tight!" Paul said. "As tight and hot as your mouth!"

So that was her name. Gina. Well, Gina, you don't know how lucky you are, Robin thought. My brother is the best looking stud I've ever seen. And you have him! God, I wish I did!

She dropped her hand to her crotch and pressed her fingertips against the mound of her pussy. Even through the material of her jeans, she felt a surge of hot passion smack into her guts. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

"Okay, baby, you do a little work," Paul said to Gina. "Roll over on me and fuck my eyes out!"

Robin watched the two perfect bodies reverse positions. Now Gina was on top, straddling Paul's waist. She dug her nails into Paul's muscular, sculptured chest and groaned.

"You seem to be bigger this way!" she grunted. Paul's prick seemed big, but now that Robin could see it more clearly as Gina pumped her an up and down, it seemed like a baseball bat! Robin shuddered, wondering what it would feel like to have that monstrous slab of meat jamming into her cunt. It would probably rip me apart, she thought!

Another shiver of rippling excitement jabbed into her pussy. She began running her fingers up and down, digging savagely against her throbbing clit, she raised her left hand and placed it against her lips. Closing her eyes and pretending, she thrust her middle finger into her mouth, sucking it like a cock. She moaned softly, and then startled, opened her eyes to see if she had been heard.

Both Paul and Gina were so involved with fucking, it was doubtful they would have heard a bomb explode. They continued to grind and pump, gasping for air.

Robin watched Gina reach around and grab Paul's thick, hairy balls. She began kneading and milking them, massaging them across her asscheeks.