Don’t you want to lick me, Aafi? I’m so wet…I was so horny with all the action.Me: Come here then, you little slut.Ana: Ah, dirty talk. Now I’... really wet! Here, taste it!I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled her towards me. I cup her small but firm breasts in my hands and start kissing them, sending shivers down her spine. A small moan escapes her as I pull her onto the bed. As she gets on all fours, I reach for her pussy.She didn’t lie when she said she was really wet. My fingers slide. She laughed as she pulled the belt from its loops."See, this is what I mean," she said. "In those romance novels, you never hear about things like that. Let me get the rest of your clothes off and we'll try that move again."She unhooked the button on Brock's slacks and slid them downward. It was only when she had them at his feet did she realize he still wore his shoes. Again, her soft laughter filled the room.But once Meredith had Brock unclad, the fumbling stopped. They kissed gently and then. She looked, by now, Russ was hard again and standing between her splayed legs. She wanted to take his cock inside her but first thing first; she looked at him and announced that she won. Russel nodded in agreement and announced that she shall be now awarded a medal for her victory. He had an intense desire in his voice. She thought of a naughty move, came off the pool table, walked to the bar and hopped on it, asking the bar man to pour her another shot and shouted at Russ to get to her and. But I d - don't want it in me," she stammered."Bullshit," he snorted.He hiked up, driving the tower of his fuck-tool up like a launched missile. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip."Suck it!" he snarled, certain now that he had her."N - no! No, I won't!" C'mon, baby - suck my cock. You know you want to," he urged, speaking softer now, persuasively."Maybe I want to but I'm not going to," she said.He leered. His fist pushed down and his naked cockhead throbbed, straining and swelling. That.