Andy’s vigor keeps up long enough to make me cum. I turn over again, my arms and legs shaky from how intense it is. His dick is still solid, waiting...for me to rest so he can continue. I need to stall a bit longer due to the warm pressure I feel in me, which I know means I’m close to squirting. Having that kind of release feels even more intimate than sex, and I only want to experience it with Skylar.“We should start recording,” I say.“Good idea,” Andy says. “Alice gave me a tripod to make it. .i got to my car,my heart was pounding,knowin i had to walk back passed them,an they all knew i was buzzed,an single,an at that hotel,alone..on the way back,he was out of his room by himself,he said"sorry bout the olman comment,are you going to stay up for a few?"..smiling i said i am now!...he winked an siad "i gotta lil something to keep us both awake,i will be there in 10 mins."well as he promised ten mins. or so he came knockin on my hotel room door,wearin black nylon shorts an a. Her torso was lean and muscular from gymnastics and general tom boyishness. She was laying back against the wall with the handle of a thick hairbrush stretching her little pussy wide open and helping to push her clit out at attention. Her hips thrust powerfully as she fucked the hairbrush handle. Eventually, her clit swelled up so much that its tip ran up and down the hairbrush handle as it thrust in and out. Andrea was a tiny blonde, her body all soft peaches and cream. Between her legs. Pulling his legs apart still more, and lifting the knees slightly, I began licking the underside of the balls, gently at first, then more vigorously, and finally took one in my mouth. I discovered I liked this, and that he did, too. He squirmed a little, so I moved to the other ball and sucked that one for a few moments. Then, lifting his knees higher so that his feet rested on the floor, I pushed my tongue behind his balls as far as I could, detecting a faint taste of seawater and something.