My. God!” she stammered, her back arching off the rock, her hands clasping to the back of my head, as my tongue continued to circle the hard nub in ...y mouth. Sucking on her hard bud, my hand made it’s way to her other nipple, gripping it between my thumb and forefinger. I grinned to myself as she sharply inhaled, arching her back further while I worked her nipples to the best of my abilities. She began writhing beneath me, her hands pushing my face into her breast even harder. I took more of. And all in living color and with close-ups to boot.Marked continued hiding behind the older man, but noticed that all the men in the room were leering at him. Oh God. Then one man came over and boldly grabbed Mark's crotch and started massaging it. Mark grew alarmed."If you start something, are you prepared to finish?" the older man asked this intrepid stranger.The stranger looked at the older man, and just smiled.What does that all mean, Mark wondered?The man continued pawing, and Mark. The small space reeked of sex.He watched as the woman stroked her brother's cock, which was now poking up between her thighs. Her breasts were covered with a sheen of sweat and her nipples looked hard and enticing. Still stroking his dick he stepped a little closer.Carol was in heaven. Lifting herself up she guided her brother's cock into her hole as she sunk back down upon him. With her pussy stuffed with cock and another being wanked right in front of her, when Chris started playing with her. "I complied and the truth is it wasn't a problem. I was still in Whitney. My first lover. I moved into her and she flipped me onto my back like I was a featherweight. Whitney—tall, toned, and elegant—was riding me with her head thrown back in ecstasy. I palmed her tiny titties in my hands and thumbed her nipples the way I'd learned drove her wild. In this position, that wildness came crashing down on my cock over and over until we were both screaming out in ecstasy. Whitney leaned forward, not.