As J.J.’s tool continues to spurt, Tracey’s phone lights up on the nightstand. “Hopefully it’s not Bill…” Tracey says, trying not to giggle at the idea. Neither of them regrets last night’s adventure, but they’re both still trying to process the full enormity of it all. Tracey shrieks in agony; although her pussy appreciatively bathes J.J.’s tool with copious love honey, her tight little asshole still suffers from Steve’s brutal jackhammer thrusting. “What’s wrong, Christine?” asks an alarmed Tracey, sitting up in turn. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing! Neither of them regrets last night’s adventure, but they’re both still trying to process the full enormity of it all. The two happy couples lie together in silence for the next few minutes, basking in the afterglow of copulation while watching the continuing New Year’s festivities on TV; it’s Aaron who finally breaks the silence again.
