“Adriana.” She stopped her wailing and carrying on for a moment, hitching in deep breaths. “Adriana, are you going to be good?” he asked, stil... talking in that, low, firm tone. “Are you going to do everything I say?” “Yes.” sniffled the girl, between sobs. “I’ll do what you say.” “Good.” he said. “So, when I let you go, you’re going to get down on your knees and suck me off, right?” “Yes, I’ll suck you off.” she said. “Please let me go now?” “I don’t think she means it, Mike.” Ariana said. "Nnn! Nnnnhh!" She tried to get more than stifled sounds out, but he had obviously done this before, keeping her mouth securely sealed. In a moment he would be inside her. Oh my God! She was right in the middle of her monthly cycle and he wasn't wearing a condom!"Gabe! Get off her!" It was a woman's voice. Gabe whole body stiffened. His throbbing dick was half an inch inside Becky's pussy lips, its advance stopped as he paused, as if considering what to do."I said GET OFF!" A young woman pushed. One night when I had a sleepover with my girlfriends, my one friends older sister was telling us that she took a stripping class for one of her friends bachelorette parties. She had taught us all some tricks, including a lap dance. Remembering this, I sit right down on Mr. Smith's cock, grinding my ass into his lap. "Mr. Smith," I say. "I don't think we're doing anything wrong here." I flip around, straddling his lap as I grind my pussy onto his dick. I moan, his stiff cock rubbing my cunt in. I stumbled around, trying to get my clothes off like they were on fire, almost forgetting to take my shoes off before my jeans. Once I managed to strip off my Jockey's, she reached out and grasped my dick, using it like a handle to pull me toward the bed. One last bit of uncertainty arose then; should I just get between her legs and... what? Start fucking? Or should we make out a little first? I knew I was ready, hard as a rock, with a few drops of precum already wetting her fingers, but I.