Estelle and Shawnacy held hands. 

     Brock held Shawnacy's shoulders as he stroke, stroked.

     Estelle slid herself up and down on Noel's pole. She panted each time her butt hit his balls.

     "Ugh. Ugh."

     Noel figured she was going for her orgasm, and, thinking that caused cum to rise up from his balls.

     "You ready?" Estelle muttered into Noel's chest. 

     "I...I..."

     "Do it!" 

​     Jism exploded from the end of his dick even as Estelle held back her head and roared, 

     "Aaaaaggggh!"

​     Shawnacy dropped them all back in the tub...

     because she felt the ring, Brock's dickhead ring. 

     Shawnacy knew that, when some guy was about ready to go, his dickhead hardened at the edges, and, inside of her, that felt like a ring. When she felt the ring inside of her, she knew a climax was right around the corner.

     Shawnacy flew off of him so that Brock's cum spurted from the end of his pecker like a thick, creamy fountain.

     That left everybody but Shawnacy short of breath and recovering.

     Shawnacy took Estelle's hand to place on her full, blonde pubic patch.

     Make me cum, too, was what she was asking her friend to do.

     "We need to kiss a little more if we're going to do that," Estelle said.

     Now it was their turn to rise out of the tub to float over Noel and Brock's head. As they kissed, Estelle slid a finger into her best friend's pussy hole to gently massage what was inside.

     It didn't take long.

     Shawnacy's body went rigid. She held tight to Estelle's shoulders as her orgasm shook her like a rag doll.

     "What's going on?" Noel asked.

     "Shawnacy and Estelle are floating over our heads," Brock said, "and they are beautiful."

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