Reggie stood on the mattress above Irene waving his d**k around like a fire hose as he came. He thought it would be great, instead of, you know, getting her off too, that he would jack off while she watched. Legal adult or not, Reggie was a stupid boy.
As he jumped around, bouncing the bed with loud squeaking sounds, so that anyone at the party below knew he was up here having s*x, he sang an old eighties song.
“Come on Eileen!”
Irene rolled out of his way. Her feet hit the floor and her hands hit her hips. “My name is Irene, you f**k stick.”
Reggie bounced, his d**k still in his hand. “So, but it sounds the same and it’s funny.”
Irene glanced down at the c*m covering her chest. It wasn’t funny to her. This was disgusting, and she got nothing out of it; only now she had to wash. She
