Amelia had her hands holding tightly onto Hal's hair as though to brace herself all through her orgasmic tremors and Hal honestly had no issues with that.
If anything, other than ingesting her delicious pussy juices, his mind was actually more invested in the feeling of Delaney's pussy and how the young lady rutted on his organ. Using that mighty and hefty fuckstick for her pleasure.
Hal pulled his hands off Amelia's thighs and the Antonov pulled away from him to rest from her orgasmic spasms.
However, She had rolled over to the side of the bed Jelena was and her cousin had ideas… ideas that did not involve either of them resting.
Ideas that involved them pleasing one another while they await their turn with the organ currently buried within Delaney's snatch.
Amelia opened her eyes when she felt feminine hands on her breasts and was not too surprised to see Jelena staring at her breasts with a perversely enticed look in her eyes as she kneaded.