Irfaan kept reassuring her that he wouldn't have asked if he wasn't completely ok with it. He wanted to explore uncharted waters with this sexy vixen,...because something about Fatima made him want to try new things. The next week, Irfaan had invited Zain to come and watch them having sex. The first time for Fatima had felt a little weird and she'd been shy and uncomfortable. But Zain seemed to be so taken by her, his obvious adoration of her quickly put her at ease and she began to enjoy being. “I’m sorry,” Emily said, freezing in place while my dick slowly went limp. She laughed a high pitch laugh and flung her hair back over her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Dennis.” The sex was out of me by now. It had disappeared inside her and I thought of how I never, ever wanted kids. Kids were gross. While she cleaned up the bottle and the wine stains from my floor afterward, I lay on my pillow amidst a red catastrophe blotch, feeling really mellow, my cock still somewhat tingly, my eyes closed. I. Ron and I grab each other's hands and eagerly follow him. It’s just a small dark room with a large table and a computer tucked in the corner. I climb on the table and hang my head off the back motioning for him to come over and press his dick against my face. He does. He leans over top of me and holds his mouth to my pussy. I test the limits, open my mouth onto his pants and move my lips around the outline of his cock. He does the same, moaning and moving his mouth on my pussy. Wow. I’m. It’s the best! Finding the right men is incredibly hard. I got my first job when I was 20, so for my 21st birthday I treated myself to a hotel room (lived with parents then and now, 33 I still do!) and two escorts. Two lovely men, willing to do exactly what I said, take their time, be clean and discrete and basically be perfect! Ever since then, I have never looked back. We tried spit roast (pussy/mouth and arse/mouth), DP (pussy and arse – the orgasms that gave me were terrifying!), me riding.