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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Poggers...)

It doesn’t take long before you find out exactly what John wants — what they both want. As Rachel stands up, bending a bit, John grabs her shoulders and pushes her tits to the shower door. Even from the view of the camera you can see that he’s still hard and raring to go. You hear a small conversation, muffled by the constant stream of water, before Rachel gasps and goes silent.

“Hey Ross! It seems like John is still ready for more and we don’t think it’s just going to end with a blowjob!” Rachel tells you, her grin very obvious through the camera lens.

You manage to chuckle, hiding the fact of your nervousness from the both of them.

“So is that a yes?” she asks, stopping you before you can respond. “Awesome! He’s really big. Like… Maybe three or four times your size big.”

Ouch. You were pretty confident in your size. But… Wow.

Through the window of the camera you can see Rachel looking back at John, her boss, and shaking her ass for him. You look on in a daze as his cock saws up and down between her cheeks. But you don’t say anything as you wait and watch him slowly pull back, with the background of Rachel’s giggling.

“He’s going in, Ross! Try to guess which hole he’ll uuu-huuse!” Your girlfriend lets out a moan as a sudden ‘plap’ makes its entrance. “Ffuck…” she mumbles, almost getting buried in the cacophony of sounds. Rachel doesn’t get a break, though, as John begins to hammer away into her and she continues letting her moans fly free.

“Sounds like you’re… enjoying yourself in there,” you say, rubbing your arm anxiously. You’re not even sure if Rachel hears you, considering all the noise. Minutes pass as this continues, and Rachel finally speaks up.

“Come on Ross! Guess which hole!”

Well, it’s not like you can really tell, but you’re pretty sure you have the right answer. “It’s your ass, right?”

You hear her moan, and John leans over her shoulder and with one more pump, he holds her to his hips, her ass pressed to him as she lets out a gasp, a moan, a whimper, and then a shuddered groan.

“Wrong… answer… He just filled me up more than you ever could!” she tells you, giggling as she flops onto her knees. He whispers something in her ear.

“John wants me to clean him up, and maybe go for a few more rounds in bed. You okay with that?”

You’re not sure whether you should stop it now or not…