Lola - chapter one

Her bright voice was clouded. I couldn't think of a good answer. Not really the time to exchange
compliments. Lola was more interested in exchanging something else, fluids. She stood up and came over to me. She barely made it. This time - her third - it was a thick, gooey white goo that spilled over my bursting hard cock and right hand, and the wet warmth of her cum on my balls and cock made me explode. It was probably the most intense ejaculation I've ever had. Until then that is. Lola got down on her knees and rubbed her cock against mine. A sight for gods… well, maybe the ancient Greek gods. She pressed our sticky cocks together and jerked lightly, and I felt both of us begin to relax now. I couldn't think of anything to say and as if she read my thoughts Lola said:
Shhh… let’s be quiet..

Her T-shirt was sticky, it stuck to her breasts - her stiff nipples showed through the cotton fabric as if in a wet T-Shirt competition, and her face was glistening with her own semen. I looked down. Over my stomach and the whole cock, there was a big puddle with our common gene pool. Without a warning, Lola reached down and wrapped her hand around my sticky cock. She looked at it as if bewitched, slowly jerking.
- Feel mine.
I took her cock in my hand and felt it jerk and start to stiffen.
- Yours is hard now, she said.
- It’s okay that we jerk each other off, right?
- Totally okay, I think.
We held our now hard cocks and walked over and sat next to each other on the sofa and jerked off each other's smooth cocks. Slowly at first but soon faster and faster. We synced. Suddenly she turned her face towards me. I saw that she was about to orgasm again, and that made me even more excited. Her gaze was misty with arousal, and at the same moment it went for us, our cocks squirting in rhythm - jet after jet on our bellies and a few splashes on our faces. I was completely exhausted. After a while:
- We’ll have to redo this sometime. We said it at the same time and both burst out laughing.