“TV? “I’ll take door number 1, she smiled; if it’s anything as good as the last one, then repeat. “Not of the undead kind, anyway,” replied Sam to an even more uproarious laugh from Julie followed by both women erupting again as they saw Andy’s blush rising. “Oh god, I’m cumming,” he gasped, “I’m cumming, I’m sorry, I…” and reaching beneath her, grasping her shoulders to hold her against his sudden and deep thrusts, he let his climax roll over her, felt himself shoot jet after jet of his seed into the condom, so much so that the image of a burst condom flashed through his mind. Finally Andy whispered “shame Sam only left three of them, no?”, greeted by a quiet laugh and a faux blow to his chest from Julie. She lightly touched her hair, a wiry autumn red mass held smoothly prisoner by two jeweled clips and a hair tie. “Ok, a little more,” she said, and Andy obediently complied, some remote part of his brain marveling at his control, how he didn’t reply
