...start to tighten. He wasn't there yet, so he pulled Sam's legs around his stomach, where she ground her hips with his. "Ungh...oh my god...Sam..." Freddie moaned.
"Oh GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Sam yelled as her orgasm hit full-force. She knew Freddie was probably close by now too, and continued to grind her hot, wet, pussy across him.
Freddie could feel his own orgasm fast approaching, and he held her hips as he thrust. He thrust one last time, as hard as he could, and Sam moaned from the ecstacy.
He stayed inside her, releasing his seed in her in hot spurts. They warmed her insides plesantly and then they were both spent, and fell across each other.
Who knew Sam Puckett was a screemer?
Then again, who knew that he would be here, right now, screwing Sam's brains out?
"Sam...?" Freddie asked, stroking her back.
"What is it, nub?" she asked, cuddling into him further.
"I love you."
Sam smiled. "I know. I love you too. Even if you are a nub."
"Thanks, Sam. Thanks."
"You know that was really hot...what you did."
"What? All I did was lie." Freddie brushed it off as if it was nothing.
"Yeah, but you lied to Momma. That takes balls, Freddie. BALLS. Be glad it turned me on instead of enragin...