As Erika gasped and whimpered, Ben gripped her in lust twisting body. Without his rampant cock slipping out of her cunt, he moved her into a mounted p...sition. Holding her close, his voice hoarse with arousal, Ben murmured, “You think you can leave me behind? After what your naughty fingers did to your wicked clit! Now ride me! Ride me and make me come!”Ben pushed her upright. Erika, still shaking in the surge of the climax that had surprised her, cried out as she sat back. With Ben’s cock now. She had so much to tell them. And show them too, especially her newly straightened hair and her new practice test results. All firsts, as usual. Then she was going to introduce them to her new lovely friends, especially Lorna. Oh, and she was going to treat them to lunch at the Lebanese restaurant close to the Student Union Centre, Sands. She had been there once with Lorna and Viola and they served amazing falafels. She studied her outfit for the umpteenth time. Her grey blouse looked very. "Ooh!" she said. "Was it some hot guy you met while doing a story, or a movie star?" No," I said sullenly."Uh Oh! It had to be a former boyfriend right? Your first love?" she asked."No," I said again."Please don't tell me it was some rich asshole or a guy you wouldn't spit on except for the fact that he had a huge dick, because..." I interrupted her because she was making my head hurt."It was my balding, almost fifty year old, married cameraman," I said finally. She looked at me in. She did the same to her BF as we stood side by side as she sucked our hard exposed cocks, the hard pink head of my cock could feel the back of her throat and she wasn't gagging while using the other hand to play with my balls and press her finger into my arse ever so gently.John and I occasionally made eye contact in no awkward way and just appreciated what was happening. After a bit of doing this we took her dress off and pulled down her tights exposing her bare and wet pussy hitting away in.