"I'm not ready," Alan squealed. "Wait for me."
"Don't wait," Bobbi urged. "COME!"
"SHITTTTTT ... AANNGGHHH ... MY BALLS ARE BURNINGGGG...." Hank screamed, splashing his flood into Bobbi's tunnel.
Alan could feel the jism squirting against his thrusting nail as he continued knifing it back and forth into Bobbi's steam cavern, keeping the rhythm Hank had set. Then a funny thing happened. He could feel Hank softening while he remained hard.
Bobbi could feel the longer, thicker spike lodged in her teeming quim suddenly soften and start shrinking. But her cunt began adjusting, tightening as Hank softened, so the pressure against her interior remained constant. Even when Hank finally softened to where he could no longer remain inside her, and he popped out, falling away, Bobbi felt her inter
