I literally have no idea why, but I am. We live together in an apartment, and she frequently brings over other guys to fuck. After she is done, she us...ally fucks the shit out of me. It's sex that I love, and she always makes me feel good then, anyway. Although, such great sex comes at a huge price. I can't seem to make myself leave her; she is just a sexual lady that I love. It was a Friday night, and she brought over a man that looked like he was in his thirties. I was in the living room just. We went up as two and we came back as four. Both of us thinking what the fuck, both of us with tricks in tow. And why hadn't we got rid of them, independently, already, just like always?Head count; there's me, and then there's my best friend Michael. He's all blond and fantastic, big blue eyes to make your heart melt, my best friend since forever. His trick is this latino looking lanky kind of guy with long black hair and a wonderful tattoo down one arm and across his back. Name of Chris. My. The amount that went into my mouth filled that cavity. His orgasm left a big stringy line of semen across my face that went into my hair and ended at my mouth. I sucked at it and used my fingers to collect the rest before sticking my finger into my mouth and sucking it off. I swallowed it all, loving the slightly salty taste, the smooth and slimy texture. His cock was still hovering over my face, and I pulled him into my mouth and sucked on him, tasting a sweet mixture of his cum and my own. They held each other for a few moments, their lips meeting, tongues playing with the other. Aaron pulled away, and lifted his sweetheart off him, and lowered her back to the floor. He kissed and nibbled all down her body, until he reached her cum – filled cunt and began to eat and lick her swollen clit. Jen wriggled on the floor, feeling another climax already building. She placed her hands at the back of his head, and held him there. Aaron’s apt tongue worked on bringing her off again, wanting.