Try to hold off
From Torg Adventure
You slow your thrusting, trying to ease back from orgasm. You would like Ellen to come before you blow. You close your eyes so that you cannot see the erotic motions of their bodies and boobs. You recall a baseball game you attended a couple of weeks ago, attempting to use the mundane images to delay your inevitable conclusion. It seems to work, as the urge to explode recedes.
Because of trying not to bump into Amy, you are stuck holding up your body with your arms, a rather uncomfortable position. You persevere until Amy starts moaning deep and low, and you open your eyes to see her body shaking, jiggling her tits deliciously. Her thighs rhythmically clench around Ellen’s head as her orgasm blossoms, her face a mask of ecstasy. You manage to maintain your slow pace.
Once her climax ends, Amy straightens up, pulling her dripping cunt from Ellen’s eager lips. “Let’s switch, Amy. Come sit on my face now,” you say invitingly. She looks down at you with a blaze in her eyes, and she nods and stands up.
You slide out of Ellen’s quivering snatch and lay down on the floor, a plaintive whimper coming from her. Realizing what you are doing, she slides out from Amy’s legs and crawls over to straddle you. Her eyes are half-lidded from pleasure as she fits your cock back into her pussy and descends in one shove. You both groan out your enjoyment. Amy walks over a stands over your chest facing your head, kneeling down and lowering her ginger bush to your awaiting mouth. As you lick deep into her cunt, savoring the musky flavor of her excitement, all three of you moan aloud as Ellen starts bouncing up and down on your Johnson.
You look up to see Ellen’s hands come around Amy’s pale body and cup her tits. Amy’s eyes are closed and she has a satisfied grin on her face. You can just see past Amy’s body to witness Ellen’s breasts gyrating from her exertions. The whole switch around has put you even farther from coming. You flick your tongue on Amy’s engorged clit, bringing another groan from her throat. Ellen’s cunt is surging all along your shaft, massaging it fantastically. You grope blindly with your hands, rewarded when you find Ellen’s wobbling orbs. You find her nipples and give them a good tweaking.
What now?
