"Amber helping you move or something?" Nah," Billy said, "she's moving in with me."Dave blinked. "We didn't talk about anything like that." But then h... looked at me – a long look, at my skirt and tits – not my face. "But I guess it'll be fine."Billy grasped my arm. "Go to my room, sweetie. It's in back."I went. Our room was a converted patio. There was a throw rug, a small cot big enough for Billy, but probably not for both of us, and a single dresser. I looked around. Then I poked my head back. She began a process where she would have her lips tight around my shaft on the down stroke that caused the skin to pull against the head. That feeling has always been a major trigger for me. As she did that, she would tug lightly on my balls while pinching first one nipple, then the other.I started pumping back, fucking her mouth as she continued her process on me. I put my hands on her back at either side of her neck, pulling gently on her down stroke. My cum began building as the final battle. I had no idea what had happened during the last few hours and I wasn´t sure if I wanted to find out. So my right hand gingerly moved in the general direction of the torturing sound and I was relieved to find my phone lying on a surface that confusingly felt like plush. No, I definitely wasn´t at home. No plush nightstands to be found there, not a single one.With the phone silenced, the most urgent problem was solved. It gave me a little time to tackle the next one. I figured it was time to lift. Punctuated by a surge of strength. He lifted his petite eldritch slut up. Turned her a bit, threw a leg over his shoulder and proceeded to ram home with all his might. What astounded him in the moment is how easily the holding her up.“Jacob, harder,” she cried out, further astounding him was her push back of meeting his thrusts. Something about it seemed like he got deeper into her lithe body than ever before.“Can you feel me in your throat?”“Almost,” she groaned out, nails digging into his.