Her red silk panties were soaked. My thumb swirled across her already swollen clit and Diana took a few short breaths in. “You are one horny, wet s...ut aren’t you? Miss ‘prim and professional and don’t cross the line' girl is a closet whore,” I said mockingly.Diana looked me in the eye but didn’t say a word. After a few moments of eye contact and rubbing on her clit with my thumb, I tore her panties off of her. “Sit down, whore.”Diana lowered herself onto the couch. Flipping two pieces of. He quickly made up his mind to do as good as John did on him – he wanted to be invited back for more of Mary’s games. He’d tried to suck his own cock once, when he was 15; lying in bed, his legs flung up over his head, toes hooked onto the headboard, he’d pushed his cock toward his mouth, was just inches away. He stayed there a minute in this position, and his back naturally stretched, and his penis grazed his tongue if he stuck it all the way out. It felt no different than licking the tip of. Yeah, there was no doubt that she was his plaything, and not even his favorite. Miranda didn't care by now. She had been fucking this guy, somewhat regularly, for a week now and she was hooked on his delightful dick. For that matter, she was horny as hell, due to her hormones. Besides, he was damned good at it and he loved so many of the same positions that she did. Hell, yes, Miranda wanted to be his concubine, as long as she got more of this. Yep, she needed to get it hard and often. For the. He was encouraged by the increasingly vocal, and largely incoherent, nature of Amelie’s response. The look of lust had returned to her face. “Ooooooh fuuuuuckk!” she cried. “You’re making meee…” Suddenly she screamed and KG was surprised by something completely new. Amelie experienced a violent and explosive orgasm. She squirted her lover’s mouth and face, as her body was racked in spasms of ecstasy. He paused, looking up in wonder. Something amazing had clearly happened, but he was at a loss.