Carmen was licking the sharp-clean edges of the boy's chest muscles. Her tongue slid up and down between the ridges of his abdominals. She cooed as she licked the boy. She muttered about how good he tasted, how sweaty-sweet, and how much like a stud he tasted.

Glen began to hump wildly, thrusting his sinewy loins at Liz's split crotch, bouncing his tight ass off the floor. His stiff prick jabbed in and out of Liz's cunt faster than she could rise and fall to meet his prick. To each up-down fuck Liz made, the boy fucked his cock in and out.

Liz felt her insides swirl with sex-sensations. Her clit squirmed between her thick cuntlips each time the boy's slick cockshaft slipped against her clit. Her cunt walls pulsated, contracting hard and rhythmically around his cock. Her nipples stood out like spikes, so hard that they almost hurt. Her asshole prickled. She felt her cunt walls shudder. Her orgasm began to gnaw through them.

"Ahhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhh! Ohh! Uh! I'm coming!" Her ass bucked with hard jolts of orgasm. She let go, feeling the sensations overwhelm her, uncaring whether she lived or died. All she cared about was the feeling. "So good!" she muttered. "So good!"

Glen's cock began to throb and flex crazily inside her. His balls seemed to bloat up like balloons. Each time her ass met them they seemed plumper, more turgid.

Carmen pinched the boy's nipples. "Now!" she said. "Darling, come with her. Squirt her full now! Shoot your jism, angel – now!" She fell on the boy, licking his flushed, twisting face.

Glen's cock flexed hard. His cum burst hot into Liz's pussy. "Ohhh, mannnn!" he cried. "Ohhhh!"

The boy's cock spurted like a machine gun spitting hot lead with each explosion of jism, the boy's body shuddered and be let out a high-pitched cry. Had Liz known the boy was going to shoot such a flood of jism, she would have counted his spurts. She wondered whether he was setting some sort of record. Shoot it, she urged in her thoughts, and she cooed.