My tongue played with it. My fingers pushed into the other whore's wet pussy. Moans echoed around me. My other hand was seized. Wet lips surrounded my...fingers, sucking as hard as the lips on my cock.“Pater's cock,” I groaned, releasing the whore's nipple.“Indeed,” laughed a woman. “This is a cock that needs to be ridden.”The mouth popped off my dick. I groaned in disappointment. I needed to cum. My balls churned with my seed. My dick throbbed in the air. “Do you want to be ridden?” asked a. As it slid down my throat, I looked at the funny face Betty was making from the tequila. Still standing in front of me with her shot glass in her hand she got a serious look on her face. She took put our glasses on the coffee table and gently pushed it to the side away from the sofa. Standing back in front of me she kneeled on the sofa straddling my legs. With a knee on each side of my thighs looking me in the eyes, she ask, “If we fuck, will it fuck up our friendship?” As she placed both. We slobbered over each other, non-stop for over 10 minutes, breaking only to catch a gasp of air. I swabbed her face hungrily mixing our saltiness into our saliva; she was voraciously doing the same, tonguing me and tiptoeing to nip at my ears. My balls were aching, my cock smashing up against my kilt. Finally, we forced ourselves to stop, I hated having to do that, but I was literally breathless.Equally worn, Kate straightened up, her sticky top rolled under her breasts, now looking like a wet. "Who's your whore? Who's your whore? Say it, say it." You are Nancy Marie Allen, you are!" He panted, her pussy sucking his cock deeper. She started to rotate her hips grinding herself on his cock. He almost fainted from the pleasure, "Ohh, myyy, Goddd Nancy, don't stop!!" He screamed. She slid his cock all the way into her hot cunt, leaned into his mouth jamming her tongue down his throat. He grabbed her big tits, and pinched her huge erect nipples hard as if his life depended on it. She.