"Sure, I'd like to watch," Liza says, as she returns the bed sheets and sits on one end of the bed.
I sit on the opposite end, facing her, and slowly start jacking off. She watches intently as my cock starts growing more engorged. "Oh, that's huge," she says. "Can I touch it?"
"Help yourself," I reply, offering it to her.
Immediately, she moves closer and grips my cockhead with both hands. "How is it done?" she asks.
"Just move your hands along its length. It would be better with a lubricant."
She inserts three fingers into her pussy, coating them with her juices. She then wipes them on my cockhead while the other hand spreads them downward.
As she repeats the process, I notice her closing her eyes everytime she would insert her fingers into her pussy. Then, I hear her making small groans of pleasure.
I reach for her boobs and start kneading them through the thin material of her swing tank. She responds by increasing her pumping. I am caught up in the heat of the moment and feel that I am about to explode.
She releases before me, and in a split second, I follow. The wet spot from her juices is almost twice as large as the one my wife left on the sheets. Some of my cum squirts land on her eyes and mouth. Most of them drip onto her waiting hand.
As she wipes my cum on her clit, she yells as another burst of her juices gushes out, really soaking the sheets and the hem of her swing tank.
"I'm really spent," she says as she gets off the bed. As she puts on her short shorts, a wet spot forms at the bottom.
"Are you still cumming?" I ask, as I feel the wet spot on her crotch.
"Oh no," she says as she grasps my arms to keep from losing her balance. "That was the third one!" I watch as more of her juices run down her legs.
She removes the sheets again and heads for the door. "Your turn to drive the kids to school, says ," she reminds me. "No ifs or buts."
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