Natalie always spoke with a deadpan tone. Her eyeshadow and black hair complemented a gothic personality. She liked getting spanked. She liked being c...lled a whore. Natalie’s eighteenth birthday party was inside her friend’s dorm room. It was Halloween themed, an odd choice for March, and she had ordered everyone to wear a costume. When I arrived, I was the only guest there. Her friend had worn a California surfer getup and was mixing a barrel of beer, liquor, wine, and pineapple juice.“It’s. I was closer now; it felt good getting gripped and drawn so passionately and I was quite turned on being handled like that. Varyingly pumped and sucked on, she fisted my sheath up and down along my solid penis and slobbered it into her hot mouth, drooling liberally and then sliding the skin back and sliming the head in her squashing clenched fingers.Despite the ecstasy of her hungry eating and mauling of my dangling ripe fruit from below, I could tell my penis was holding back from blasting. I. "My husband and I previewed it last night and it still makes me horny to think about it. Poor guy, I fucked his brains out last night, and he was leaving for an offshore rig this morning. We never saw the whole thing, just the first thirty minutes and let me tell you I wished I could spend some time with her myself, and I am not usually interested in women." Her large nipples were Protruding through her sheer blouse, as she rang up my total. "Mister, I get off in about an hour, would you like. I felt good, confident I had mastered the noises and gotten away with it. Amanda, a perfect mistress, vaporized.Now what to do? I remained motionless, still suspending the covers above the potential mess with my left arm, wondering how I would extricate myself cleanly.“You’ve been a naughty boy,” Gail said seductively into my ear. My body stiffened.“God...Gail, how long have you been awake.”“A few minutes, just before I rolled toward you. It was hot, I didn’t want to stop you,” she added as she.