“Three fingers sir,” she answered. I knew how big James’ hand was, and knew she felt full.
He kept thrusting his fingers into her, her head pulled back. He took his time, having his fun with both toys. My eyes wandered down to what I could see of Bethany’s pussy. James was slowly working at her clit, thumb circling methodically. Her moans became breathier, her eyes falling shut. He released her hair and she leaned her head against mind.
“Tell our cunt when you’re coming,” he said. I could hear his hand in her wet pussy moving faster and faster.
When she broke she pulled back a bit and looked me in the eye.
“I’m coming cunt! I’m coming!” she moaned out, over and over until her high dissipated and she grew quiet.
James pulled out of her and walked over to me, wiping his hand off on my hand. He reached down to my pussy and rubbed my entrance.
“She’s soaking,” he said to Bethany. “Should we touch her?”