The thought of having somebody paid for her, somebody who would only be there to please her made him even hotter. Her arm longed for the Champagne. It...felt so cold and that felt great against the warmness of the water. She took it out off the icebox and pressed it against her face. She led the cold bottle over her forehead to her other cheek and finally further down. She moved it around her neck and then even further down. She let the cold bottle tease her skin and let it glide down between her. Derek had dirty blonde hair with a tint of red in it. Derek was 33 years of age and I was 18. I pulled into Derek and Jaynie's driveway. I suddenly got really nervous, but I just decided to blow it off. I got out of my car and walked up to the two story house. I got to the door and reached for the knob, but I hesitated. My heart was almost pounding out of my chest. I finally turned the knob to the right and pushed the door open. "Knock, knock!" I said in almost a whisper. I didn't know if. In my own crazy mind at the time, I figured I could go up there and party with him for a bit, even to just drag him into a bedroom for a couple of hours while the other guys were resting, and then leave and let him continue the party with his buddies. I tried his cell phone to run the idea by him, but you can’t get any reception up there as it is. So I got into my car, and started to drive. It was a bad idea. I knew this even while I was driving. I had the music on loud to keep me in the mood,. "Sweetpea dove into my torso again, fondling my bubble-butt and pulling my ass cheeks apart. He slipped his middle finger into my butt-hole and began to finger me. My eyes shot open and I lurched upwards at the sensation. He slipped two more fingers into my butt and began to open me for what lied ahead. I started to cry in sheer frustration and flayed my limbs in pleasure.I lurched one last time and yelled out "Oh my fucking God! I can't take it any longer!"And then I came hard, sending my cum.