It shone in the dim light. As did the drops on her ass. The whip came up and landed on my back. “What are you waiting for? Eat me, slut.” I h...d little choice. The whip was rolling off of my shoulder and she was lazily swinging it back around and up a gain… and again … and again. It was wrong. It was disgusting. My cock got harder and harder. I lost count of the number of lashes. I watched her cup and squeeze her breast. She pulled the stretchy material above each. Then she lifted. I found his prostate and started massaging it ( I had read in Playboy this causes intense and explosive orgasms). Dale screamed, Ahhh, Fuck Mike, What are you doing to me thaa.. that feels so fucking good, keep doing it, Ahhh, Oh,Oh I was definitely more creative than Dale, but he also allowed me to experiment with his body, any way I wanted to as long as I did not hurt him, which I never would intentionally hurt my best friend anyway. My other free hand was massaging his incredibly tight and. Since she didn't go to college, Weaver went and joined the work force instead. She bounced around a little from job to job at the start before finally finding one that stuck, but she could say she was happy with her current occupation. It payed well, had a flexible scheduled, and best of all was within easy driving distance from her parents' house!That aside, there's one other thing that sets Weaver apart from her friends. Namely, she's an exhibitionist. She discovered it online many years ago,. In fact, as Jim pulled a third orgasm out of her, my cock finally erupted and sprayed cum all over my belly and thighs without even being touched.Jim rose up from his position in front of Mia and although his back was to me, I knew that he was unbuttoning his pants. He pulled them down past his ass and furiously jacked his cock. She turned her head in disgust when she realized what he was doing. It only took him a few seconds before he painted Mia's titties with ropes of cum, but he grabbed her.