We continued kissing, the passion between us rapidly growing. As we kissed, my hands wandered underneath Lauren's t-shirt, and her hands fumbled with ...he black ribbon that tied together the corset piece of my lingerie. Lauren rolled us over so that she was now on top. She lifted her loose-fitting concert festival t-shirt, and threw it off to the side of the bed. Her amazing 34C breasts, that I was always jealous of, spilled out of the shirt, the cold air making her nipples even harder than they. “No offense”, she replied, “it’s not you, brad. It’s just that we’ve had a strong friendship for a while now. Besides, if I enjoy the shoots, I’ll probably show my friends and god knows they would disown me if I ever fucked a white boy. Believe me, not that I have anything against it, mind you.” but I understood and we dropped it from there.Rochelle went on to doing hand shots and all but, like me, eventually moved up to body shots and our checks got bigger when we both did individual nude. He knew what Mark could take, so did not hesitate to push fully into him. It was gratifying to hear him sigh when he reached full depth.“Okay?” Matthew checked before starting.“Always with you.”Mark dropped onto his elbows to give Matthew a better angle to work at. Matthew in turn tried to put more pressure where he knew Mark reacted best. Slowly rubbing his cock back and forth, trying to get it to twitch and throb against his prostate.When he heard his breathing increasing, Matthew reached. I would then take my middle finger and shove it gently inside, rubbing in and out, as she moans louder and louder. We would be doing this for a good 3 minutes, since she would say to stop because my fingers would be hurting her. She would then push me back and have me with my dick in the air. Grabbing it, she would rub and put her small mouth around my penis. She then, would put her pussy over my face and I would lick it harder than before. While doing that, I would be pinching her skin on her.