Its mushroom head still glistening where the precum had dribbled out during my jack-off session. I was about to say something when, with one hand (he ...till had his phone in the other), he slid down his shorts with his underwear and stepped out of them. Shocked by this action I moved my eyes from his shorts on the floor to his cock, which was eye level. My breath actually hitched involuntarily. His cock was beautiful. It was still soft and drooping. It looked about 5 inches long. And it was. “The technical name is clitoris.” I sat up straight. “I know where your clitoris is,” I said. “Oh that’s wonderful,” Carlotta said, looking jubilant. “It’s in your throat,” I said. “Deep in your throat.” “No it isn’t,” Carlotta said, crestfallen, “you’ve been watching too many movies.” She got up on my desk, opened her legs, pulled aside her black lace panties and showed me. “That’s it right there,” she said. “Doesn’t look like much,” I said. “Looks are deceiving,” she said. “How long have you. She managed to looked across, only to see it was Mike, whose cock Claire was now sucking, whether she realised it or not. Then Anna knew, knew that at some point she would be….no they wouldn’t. “Oh God,” Anna moaned, but no one heard her, as she was fucked and fucked hard.Anna had come so many time it frightened her. She had yet another guy inside her now, he held her hips, then lifted his head up and kissed, she bent down kissing him, he pushed his hips up, his cock deep inside. Then she felt. February was always a good month for the nubile juices to flow strongly and the theme for this month was for the female partner to finish off her evening’s costume with a paper bag fixed firmly over her head with holes cut out for her eyes and her mouth. A narrow slit was in the area of her nose to insure she had full access to oxygen whenever necessary. That was a good idea because she did start to pant excessively when one’s ardor was inspired by the touch of her bare skin.We were both.