”We kissed and tongue-danced and I massaged her nipples until I felt them grow rigid between my fingers. Then I slipped two fingers into her moist v...gina.“I’ve got a fever,” I whispered.“Go for it, Maestro,” she laughed. “Write another masterpiece. But go easy on me, no more than four or five orgasms. I have a job interview tomorrow.” I buried my face between her thighs.“God!” she moaned. “I wish I’d come home five years ago!”We fucked the shit out of each other that night.----“I’ll ask to. He moves his body toward mine and I feel his heart race and his boner pressed against me. He reached down and grabbed my ass firmly and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist I help him undress. We get his shirt off and he sucks on my tits as I look at the ceiling I'm getting aroused again. He throws me on the bed as he takes of his pants and gets on top of me. He dry humps me, kisses my neck, and plays with my boobs. I'm so wet, I want him inside of me. I can feel his dick get harder. It was the shortest and smallest sized (XS) in my collection, without lining, and I thought it'll be cooler. It hugged my thighs nicely and tightly, and showed a clear pantyless bottom.So I left hall and began running, alone. I felt the wind rubbing against my pussy and as the weather turned cold from the slight drizzle, my nipples hardened as well. As I swung my arms as part of the running stance, I purposely used my fingers to twitch my nipples a little, giving it a little more stimulation.. I was in my own world of sensation, the waves cresting and crashing one by one, surging through me all the way to the fingertips. The feeling waned. My heart slowed. My mind regained itself. I wasn’t Fifty-One; I was Prestira Rasloraca. I savored the post-sexual dopamine rush as the men moved from me, leaving me splayed and leaking on the floor in a puddle of my own making. I spit out what was left in my mouth. My hands were quickly forced behind my back and my fingers twined together. The gems.