"'You've got to fuck me with that thing, ' she whispered when she first saw his rigid member. It was nearly a foot long, and thicker than her wrist. S...e sucked it, tracing her tongue over every purple vein, lapping repeatedly at the helmet-shaped head until it was slick with her saliva."Brad had stripped her clothes away, gripping her pale body with his strong hands. He'd worked her flesh, touching here, touching there, rousing her with his sureness. His fingers had probed her nether lips,. Swinging back down she grabs more of the fabric pulling me closer as she holds on to me."Fuck... Oh, Ayla."As we go up, her hair falls into her face. "I'm going to cu…" Lightning strikes in the distance, lighting up the sky and her eyes as she starts to cum."Fuck, Abby," I say followed by a faint noise as I start to cum seconds behind her, causing me to grip the chain harder, almost lifting us off the seat for the moment.Her arms go back around my neck hugging me tightly, and our legs go limp.. The night started the same as always. We had pizza and were watching MTV….dancing around and all that stuff. Talking about boys and all that stuff, you know how teenage girls are right. That was when her brother Jamal called and said he was coming over. Jamal was 19 years old and in the Army also, but he lived on the fort in the barracks and was not around too much. He liked his freedom. Quita’s dad had made some phone calls while Jamal was away in training to get him stationed where. He asked me to bring the other bottle outside.Kyle announced, “The steaks are almost ready.” It was time to bring out the rest of our dinner. Kyle loaded steaks on two plates and I cut one in half for Fran and me. She dished out the pasta salad, while I handed Kyle the basket of warm garlic bread. We complemented Kyle for selecting and cooking such delicious steak. He complimented us on being pleasant dinner companions.I don’t think I have ever eaten a 150-gram steak before. But it was so good.