"That's it. Keep that up, please! Please, Forrest! I just need to c*m," Euphie begged, desperation driving her voice into a whine as she bucked frantically against me, her own arms pinning mine tight against her. I drove into her relentlessly again and again, spurred on by the fantastic sounds and sensations of our lovemaking. The silence of the tent only amplified the slick, wet squelch of my c**k enveloping itself in her cunt. The possibility of Yvonne and Elsa watching only sent more lust and desire cascading through me, and my thumb worked Euphie's clit rhythmically until she went as taut as a bowstring in my arms, shuddering and spilling over the edge into orgasm with a barely muffled wail.
I was hardly aware of having shot my own load, too, until the roaring in my ears had died down
