Ice cold, light beer came shooting down her throat and her eyes widened as she rapidly swallowed. It wasn’t her first beer bong and she was very com...etitive. She was going to kill this thing as they watched. And sure enough, she did. With the skill of a college kid, she expertly sucked everything down, stopping right as the foam got to the edge. She pulled the tube from her lips and inhaled deeply to catch her breath. She smiled triumphantly and glared mockingly at Rachel. She stood and. You took your hands from my shoulders and reached above you to brace yourself against the headboard. I thrust harder. I noticed you were sweating and I was too. Some moments, I would thrust and hold inside you, feeling your talented muscles stroke and caress my firm shaft and soft head. ‘Deeper,’ you whispered and I knew what to do. You lifted your legs and rolled to your right. I laid down behind you, all without actually slipping out from you. (Close but not quite). Now we were serious. I. For chucking eggs at my house. For lying to my father and likely whining against his every right to call the police. For pulling Geoffrey away from his candy task that he so dearly loves. And for walking out of your house in nothing but your underwear. Don’t you think you should spend the night in jail for such shameful grievances?” Jail. Right. Breath grated out of my nostrils because I knew damn well jail was the last place he wanted me. I’m right. I have to be. He’s gonna say it. His eyes. Samuels followed suit as I chuckled and knelt down before them, sucking and stroking their cocks alternately. It wasn’t long before they were both hard and intent on getting on to the real point of what they wanted. Mr. Furman lay on the carpet, his cock standing tall in his hand. I smiled as I straddled his body and aligned my pussy with his erect cock. Mr. Furman was 9 inches hard while Mr. Samuels was 8 inches. I was going to be full, but not the fullest I have been.I settled down on his.