...vor as if to satiate an addiction. Carly's body seemed to move before her conscious mind told her what to do.
"Hey, Carls . . . you can stop now. Freddie said the webcast was over." Sam reminded pulling her arm away.
Carly's body froze as if she were awoken from a trance. "Oh, uhh . . . sorry, I didn't hear." Carly said, hiding a blush.
"Were you really that into it, Carly? I mean, it was just for the show, right." Sam said with slight concern.
"What are you talking about?" Carly said trying to shift the blame, despite still being dripping wet. "They only asked us to kiss. You're the one who took it too far."
"Heh. Alright, you're right, Carls." Sam conceded as she redressed. "But you gotta admit, it was fun." Sam said with an "I told you so" smirk.
"Well, yeah. I guess you were right about that." Carly agreed with a hint of embarrassment as she put her skirt back on.
"You guys were pretty awesome!" Freddie chimed in, watching Carly drip past her skirt. "I only wish I didn't have to film. Then I'd have joined in."
"Yeah, right, Benson. Your virgin ass wouldn't last two minutes with us and you know it. Or do you practice that much with your mom?" Sam teased, walking over to Freddie, and casually placing a hand at his crotch to caress his rock hard bulge. "Oh, man, you really were hard." Sam said surprised.
"Heh, yeah, but uh . . ." Freddie started.
Sam spoke again, not wanting to let Freddie get out of this, for she was craving dick the w...