After 10 minutes of her sucking, I am going to cum and I told her. She is not listening my words and doing good blowjobs. I ejaculated in her mouth an... poured my hot cock milk into her mouth. She swallowed my juice completely and cleaned my dick with her tongue. After 15 min of our rest, again I started pressing her boobs and pussy. She also became hot and asked me to suck her pussy with my mouth. She parted her legs and widened her pussy lips with her two hands and invited me to give her my. It was a casual thing, though mystical and on levels of strangeness I could never explain. But I always found great comfort it in. I would sometimes see ‘her’ in my thoughts when I’m crying. I never knew her name, or in a way I did know her name but it was more of a feeling then a word. I’d be wrapped up in myself on the bed, not caring about anything or anyone, mad at the world.. consumed with so much anger and hurt. Then I would open my eyes and she’d be there laying next to me… stroking my. She yelped and bent over, putting her hands down to the floor of the shower. I then entered her and I had to hold back the feeling of pleasure I felt as her warm wet pussy enveloped me. I wanted to make her plead for me to fuck her and I wanted it to feel great for her. I wanted her to remember that it was me that could make her feel this way. I wanted her to forget any other man and to forget why she would ever want to stray. I wanted to do all of these things and I was ready but I couldn't. Then one of the guys said, "Come on. Get to the good stuff." Another guy laughed. I was only 3 songs in. Another guy agreed, "Yeah show us those tits." Again a laugh. I was feeling like a failure. I was embarrassed.Again I needed to step up my game. I danced over to the guy with the big cock and sat on his lap. I moved my hair out of the way, thinking I was offering for him to unhook my bra. instead he put his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. The feeling of his lips on my skin.