Finally, Amy slumped onto Greg, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She lay there limply for a few minutes, before she pulled herself off his lap, letting his cock spill out of her ass. Leaning back against the dashboard, with her back to the windshield, she gave a huge exhalation of air as she surveyed the damage. Greg was still sprawled back in the seat, a blissful look on his face. Andy and Tom were already dressed and sitting on the trunk of the car drinking a beer, while Jonathan sat on the back seat in wet exhaustion.
Amy snickered as she looked at herself. She had cum still dripping from her chin; she had streaks of dried cum on her face in places, and pools of congealing cum in and behind her ears. Her short red hair was thoroughly wet, sticky and wild from the combination of sweat and cum that had been massaged into it. She had cum drying on her stomach and pubic area, and, of course, she had rivers of cum pouring out of her pink, puffy pussy and her red swollen anus, which still gaped open over an inch. And the combination of male semen and her own cum juices covered her legs as far as her ankles.
Amy was pleased with herself. She’d gotten a sexual experience for the ages; it was just a pity her ex-husband couldn’t be there to see her. She was exactly like she wanted to be: well fucked and covered with cum. She even got a little jolt from the way her thin dress looked when she put it back on. It was dirty and wrinkled from having been on the floor the whole evening, and when she slipped it on and buttoned it, the dress stuck to her body wetly. She laughed then. She knew she looked and felt like a well-trodden tramp, coming home stinking and dirty from a night of wild sex, and the feeling turned her on.
She returned home weary, but satiated, with another primo sexual experience to her credit.