Yvonne removed her lips from my joint. Her mouth was wet and slobbered with saliva, and my cock was heavily coated with a thick film of juice. Her saliva dribbled down the sides of the organ, making tiny puddles around the thick base and leaving bubbles of moisture dripping from the ends of my crotch hairs. The air felt cool and stimulating against my flesh, and I began to ache with the need to bury my organ again.

She obliged. She turned around so that her ass faced me. She lifted her dress and stepped backward and up, onto the pillows of the couch. With a leg on either side of my naked body, she began to bring herself down upon my erect cock. I felt the warmth of her pussy against its tip, and the tickling scrape of pubic hair.

"Hold me so I don't fall!" she instructed.

I grabbed her waist, pinching my fingers inward, and I guided her down upon me. I felt the tip slip easily into her wetness, and I felt the sweltering heat of her insides against my cock. She pushed herself downward, and I felt myself slide up into her body, pinning her with my erection. Her body was all around me, and I could feel the cool swelling underside of her ass pressed against my thighs. My legs were together, and she was sitting on my middle, with a leg dangling from either side.

"Wait! Wait!" said Hill. He moved across the room in our direction. His hand was finally away from his prick, and it stood away from his body like a rigid finger poking from his belly. His crotch was almost hairless.

I twisted my head to see what he was doing. He stood before his wife and wriggled his erection in her face. She bent forward and placed him between her lips. I could feel her weight shifting, pulling inside, moving against my cock. As she bent her head to suck him, beyond her, I could see the screen. In the film she was fucking with Bevins as she was fucking with me: straddled across his lap with his cock somehow buried up to the hilt. The only difference was that Hill was not in the film. He was here, in reality.