..”“Isn’t that the best feeling ever?” Sarah Lynn asked. She was wearing a pair of panties but that was all. I wasn’t even sure it was a who...e pair. You couldn’t see the string in back that went up between her cheeks. I knew, though, that she’d put on panties so my come wouldn’t drip out of her and down her legs. Just touching Eva to position her could have had me hard as a rock if Sarah Lynn hadn’t drained me in the shower.“It’s not ... um ... bad exactly. I just feel so ... submissive,” Eva. “Ahh fuck you too dude” responds Johnny. Alex continues, “Well yo, ur dick sure does like it” with a smirk. A few of us glance over at Johnny's crotch, and witness quite an impressive boner. Blankenship pipes up “Oh ya dawgs—for sure—that dick there is diggin that funk”. Johnny just blushes. “Fuck all ya'lls. Nobody getting this ass no more ! This ass is officially closed”!We all just bust out into more laughter, as Johnny jumps back up again, but this time bows over, grabbing his stomach.. Some friends they turned out to be!The mere process of physical contact and his helplessness I found gave me an aching hard-on in my own jeans. As I ministered to him, holding his head and cleaning the stray blood from around his nose and cheeks, one of his hands strayed behind me and gently rested on my waist; still looking up at the ceiling clutching my improvised ice-pack, he was only steadying himself but it all gave me that feeling of ‘butterflies’ in the pit of my stomach, as my cock. Feel how swollen my clit is, feel how ready I am for his cock. Because I don’t want anyone else, really. I just want him. Sex used to be amazing. He used to love to go down on me and devour me. Make me moan. Make me scream. Now, it’s anonymous voices on the other end of my headphones. Voices that make me throb and make me so hot that it’s hard to breathe. Make me twitch when I run my hand down between my thighs, under the waist band of my pants, into my panties, until I reach my clit and then.