I opened my mouth to protest, but decided I’d be in a stronger position without my clothes. I let go his hand and started unbuttoning my blouse. �...Come on,” I was looking him straight in the eyes as I continued steadily unbuttoning, “don’t be a chicken.” Finally sensing that his discomfort was reaching the critical point, I turned my back so he could watch without embarrassment. ‘You’re just as hot as I am.” Don’t I wish, I added to myself, and let my blouse slip to the ground. I reached back. “Beg.” “Please.” You gulp air around his tongue, his five o’clock shadow digging into your cheek. “Fuck my mouth. Please.” He takes you by the hair and straddles your chest. You open your mouth and he rams his cock past your lips. Pumping hard he fucks your face roughly, his balls slapping your chin. Then he’s gone, pulled out. His hands roughly knead your tits, pushing you further back into the chair. Your hands are bound behind, but luckily not in pain. He pushes your legs apart, and then his. Then with one swift roll back towards her chair, the boxers slipped down, and my full cock and balls were out on display. I was super hard and my cock was bouncing up and down. I peeked through half open eyes at her, and saw her staring at my cock. This time she did not get up to cover me again. Instead, it appeared through the darkness, that she had her own hands between her legs. My god, was she masturbating while looking at me. Just then she stood up, and walked towards the kitchen. She. "Would you like to ride my girlfriend? She needs to fuck someone else so we can be even." No, I don't need to have sex with someone else, Miranda, I love you."She got off the car and leaned back towards me. "I don't want to be a cunt, I just want to be your psycho bitch." You are not a cunt, Miranda," I informed her, getting off the car. "I know you are my psycho bitch," I let her know, taking her hands in mine. "I just see the woman I fell in love with, not the witch that treated me like shit..