Sunday [Cashout]: Carissa Couch Cuck Sample

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His eyes moving back down her body.

"Sure, I mean, I get it. But like you said, we never actually get to watch each other," Carissa said.

Without asking, Rick slid down the zipper of his jeans. Carissa's finger stopped for a second, but soon resumed its motion, a little faster. Rick reached into his jeans.

I turned back to the movie, not wanting to get caught looking at them. It was silent for a few seconds before I heard Carissa again.

"Show me how boys do it," she said softly, sounding curious, her breath more ragged than before.

I kept my eyes on the TV, but I heard the distinctive sound of skin being rubbed. After a minute, I glanced over. Rick's hand was wrapped around his dick, stroking it slowly as he stared at Carissa. She was laying back a little more than before, her knees still spread wide. Her finger was massaging her clit more enthusiastically now, her small chest rising and falling as she panted. Her eyes were glued to Rick's penis, taking in every detail as they openly masturbated to each other.

I heard Carissa's breath hitch, and her head leaned back a little, while she fought to keep her eyes on Rick's masturbating. I turned away, ashamed of myself for not stopping this, and stared blankly at the TV screen, listening to their sounds.

After a few minutes, I heard the couch creak a little, followed by some quiet, wet noises. I tried to ignore it, but my curiosity won. I turned to the other couch. Rick's hand was still stroking his cock, and Carissa's finger was now quickly strumming her clit. But they had both leaned forward towards each other. Their lips weren't touching, but their tongues were both extended and passionately licking each other. They were French kissing while they masturbated, right in front of me.

"Mmm. Mmm. Mmm."