Listening to her muted moans and the high whimpers in the back of her throat, wasn’t helping either. Jake bit back his own groan of pleasure as he started moving harder, faster, using his grip on her breasts as leverage to thrust deeply into her from behind. The slap of their bodies coming together was louder than any of Sharon’s soft gasps.

He pulled back slightly, so he could slip a hand between her thighs, his fingers seeking out the swollen nub of her clit. Her head dropped down as she cried out softly. Working the sensitive bud, Jake clenched his teeth against another groan. The hot sheath of her pussy spasmed around him and his balls tightened, a tingling heat traveling up the base of his spine.

Moving harder, faster, he rubbed her clit, determined to make sure she got her pleasure too. The slick friction of her body was making it harder and harder for him to keep his own needs under control. He could feel the ecstasy building, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he held it back.

“Oh fuck... oh fuck...” Her chant was soft enough he could barely hear it, but he felt it as she bucked against him, taking him in deep. “Jake!”

His fingers curved, pressing her clit hard as he jerked against her, shoving in hard as his cock began to throb. The high gasp of her pleasure mingled with his low groan as his orgasm pulsed, his hips rocking slightly with each jet of cum. Sharon quivered around him, shuddering with her own completion as her muscles worked his cock, prolonging the pleasure for both of them and leaving him weak-kneed.

They made it back downstairs just as people were gathering in the kitchen, with Sharon coming in through the front hall while Jake had circled around through the other rooms in the house to enter the kitchen on the opposite side. Thankfully, his mom was the kind of incredibly awesome woman who kept the bathrooms well stocked with feminine products, so Sharon had been able to find a panty-liner to quickly shove into her tights.

It was one thing to get it on with Jake at the party, another to spend the rest of the evening with his cum dripping down her leg. Of course, she hadn’t really been thinking about that before they’d gone upstairs.

Either way she would have no regrets, but she was still glad she wasn’t going to be running to the bathroom every ten minutes to wipe away the leakage and prevent a wet spot on her dress.

Catching his eye, she shared a secret smile with him before turning to accept one of the glasses of champagne being passed around.

“You dirty girl.”