Its body wanted to do something, its brain was sending signals but it didn't remember what they meant. Then, its mouth opened and it made a sound but ...t was garbled, muffled and the couple laughed."Grunting like an animal," the woman said. The finger touched its clitoris again and it stopped pedaling, enjoying the pain now, remembering how much it craved it once, grinding away at the hand between its legs but then the woman pulled it away and punana grunted louder, panting hard and making. The brunette had my cock in her hand. The trashy red head was finger rimming my arse, the savvy bitch.They all seemed to know intuitively how to share a guy, like they were well experienced in ganging up on a dude. They let the blonde have my cock first. Her cute , butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth eyes, yet my cock felt like perfectly moulded flesh in her warm wet O shaped gob. I was getting a head job from an angel. The brunette was tweaking my nipples at the same time. Insane pleasure. While. From her breast I traveled down to her navel where her body began to spasm from the tickling sensation of my fingers. Lowering my fingers, I traveled underneath her skirt and panties making her squirm even more. I felt the moistness of her panties as I rubbed between her legs."Yes! Don't stop!" she began to moan.I stood her up, pulled her skirt down and laid her on the bed face down. Her pink panties rode up her butt exposing the damp spot on her chonies. Grabbing her hips, I started to grind. Ich meine, ich als Atheist, bin im Inbegriff mit Gott intim zu werden."Ihre Arme legten sich um mich, einer um meinen Arsch, einer um meinen Nacken, und zogen mich näher. Ich roch den Duft ihres Körpers. Das heißt, eigentlich roch ich nicht viel. Kein Schweiß, kein Deo oder Parfüm. Ich roch einfach nur Gott, ganz neutral.Spürte ihre Wärme auf meiner Haut. Ihren Atem nahe meinem Ohr. Auch wenn sie sich dazu auf die Zehen stellen mußte."Vergiß Gott erst mal", flüsterte sie mir ins Ohr, "du hast.