“Why the fuck are you getting hard?”“It’s called morning wood silly, you’ve been with boys before, right?”“You moron, I know what a morn...ng wood is. I just can’t understand how you can get one after everything that happened last night.”“I think you’re a bit overreacting Nadia.”“Overreacting? Well, how should I react to a cock that kept me awake till 6:30, that Came more than 30 times, each shot bigger than the last and now wants more?” Nadia said cupping some cum from her body and throwing it. ‘Maybe because he spoils me and buys me luxury tights. Maybe, I used him to get to you,’ I said.I slowly stepped over to John and placed my hands on his broad shoulders. ‘Maybe I’m not your kind of girl.’John glanced down at the shiny leotard bulge in my leotard. ‘I don’t know of any guy at that party watching you tonight who would have had a soft cock. Those glossy legs, that slutty expression and that fucking arse!’ he said.‘Glad you noticed. At that smelly geriatric club, I wanted you to. As I was working her little cunt and clit over as best I could, I heard her – between moans and “fuck yes”s – say: “Get your cock up here.” Without interrupting my assault on her vagina and clitoris I got on the bed and swung my crotch over her face. She had my shorts down to my knees in a nanosecond and started sucking like a vacuum pump on my fully engorged dick. Her mouth felt soft and powerful at the same time, the best cock-sucking in a 69 that I could remember. But I had a head start on. She was in her early twenties, I'd guessed, though a moment later she looked seventeen. (As in "Sexy + 17".) Remember, I'd only realized I was Old a few months earlier, and then Dick came along and made age more or less academic, so my age indicator was lacking in precision. I never did figure out how old she was, but I'm sure Dick could tell you. Probably hammer out her birthday in morse code.She was five-three, maybe five-four. Curvy. Slightly-tanned skin. Honey-blonde hair, shoulder length..