"That was so good!" Paul said, lying on his back next to Gina.

"It's not over yet!" Gina whispered, sitting up. "I'm going to suck you dry, you big stud!"

She rolled over and knelt between Paul's legs. Smacking with anticipation, she lowered her face to his crotch and began licking up and down the underside of his cockshaft. Wads of creamy sperm clung to her lips and chin as she gave him a thorough wash job.

"You like that stuff?" Paul asked, jutting his hips upward.

"Oh God, yes!" Gina gurgled, licking his cock clean. "I could drink gallons!"

Her feelings were the same as Robin's, as Robin watched the girl hungrily lap down the hot, milky sperm. But when Gina dug her fingers into her cunt and pulled out a gelatinous wad of jism and smear it all over Paul's nuts, then lick it off, Robin thought she would die from excitement.

"Oh Paul, I want you too!" Robin said, not really caring if she was heard or not.

She ran back to her room, still fingering her pussy, feeling the empty ache in her guts become unbearable. Tears filled her eyes as she closed the door to her room.

"What was that?" she heard Gina say.

Robin heard nothing after that. She ripped off her clothes and lay on her bed, her legs spread wide. She dug her index finger into her churning, boiling cunt, feeling a hot spasm of release thunder into the back of her pussy.

"I want you Paul," she said after the vibrating climax had subsided. "Oh God, I want you so bad!"

She finally fell into a fitful sleep, her dreams were visions of warmth. She murmured in her sleep: "I want you, Paul!"