"Guys, there's still seventeen minutes left on the clock, but this is getting way hotter and harder than we ever imagined, I'm rock hard over here," David half-moaned from his seat, his voice thick with arousal, and I kept bouncing on Frank's hand, feeling his fingers curl inside me to hit that spot that made my toes curl and my breath hitch.

"Emma, can you come give me head, I'm so fucking hard it hurts," he added a second later, sounding desperate, and she replied casually.

"Sure, why not, I'm up for it," followed by the sound of her moving over to him, probably dropping to her knees.

The living...