My panties were pulled off. Fingers were digging into me. My legs were being spread. My little tits were attacked again. The shirt was pulled off. The...bra was snapped off. Someone pulled on my hair too hard. But I relished all of it. Every part of me was an erogenous zone right now. My black shoes were taken off. My white knee-high socks were peeled off. A wet finger tapped my clit. Ooh. A hand grabbed at my thighs. Mm. A wet tongue was between my toes. Eww.But I fucking loved it, dammit. Every. What the hell, he'd been kind enough to stroke me and i often wondered what it might be like.Kneeling down on the toilet floor, i opened my mouth as wide as i could and let him push in and pull out, using my mouth as, well i dont know, a pussy or an ass, as it depended what he was in to, i think the latter though.Well as you may guess stroking himself off and then me going down on him, letting my lips pull it tip out of his foreskinned shaft, wetly moistily and noisily with moans at this. Natasha had always been told to expect not to have an orgasm the first time, so she was moderately surprised when she felt herself getting close. She knew it wouldn't be anything big, but she wanted to time it so they would cum together. She stopped Jeremy for a moment, and rolled him on his back. She then re-mounted him and began to ride him. Jeremy seemed to like this even better as it left him time to attend to other parts of her body. He halfway sat up and took her breasts in his hands and. You know ‘em. I know ‘em. Walk around all chest pushed out, talking the talk. You’re just a plain ol’ guy, but when the cards hit the table you stepped right up.”“Little Miss Assault Sugar Shaker,” I said.“He had you, Carl. I didn’t know what YOU could do, I looked down and figured that a burger basket wasn’t gonna be much help. Heaviest thing on the table...”“Ain’t we a pair,” I said.She took a sip from her cup. “Mmmm. This is different. I could LIKE this.”“I kinda do,” I said. “Hate to talk.