He had no idea what could happen.“Most men don’t care whether I get my rocks off or not,” she told him.That didn’t make sense to Brock. He did...’t know much about sex, but he knew that the only way he could enjoy it is if she liked it too. He told her he cared.“You don’t know any better,” Savannah allowed a wintry smile to fall across her face as she leaned closer to him and began to fuck him like a jockey riding a stallion. “Just like all men you will eventually learn that whores are paid to. I groaned and tried to thrust my clitoris up to meet his hand, but he only pulled away. I twisted and writhed toward him anyway. He glared at me sternly and pushed me away. He laid the cold scissors against my thigh and slid the blade up, under the panties. Snip. Again on the other side. He pulled the cloth across my clitoris and away. I was completely naked, completely helpless, and quivering from arousal. Continuing to stroke and squeeze my breasts, he used the other hand to unzip his jeans. I saw chemistry brewing in long considered glances. Another knock on the door and Pearce theatrically calling out, "Enter!" Three people filed into the room: a small blonde girl who looked hardly out of their teens, a slightly older male, and an exotic looking older girl."Ah! And here are Trixie and Zach, and their dear friend Beth," Pearce said as he moved away from the window again to greet the new arrivals. I remembered Trixie and Zach from earlier.As Mark introduced me, I nodded to each. Now his eyes were dark with arousal, his mouth open with the fast breaths coming from him. He looked her over, his gaze lingering on her breasts as they jolted in time with his thrusts. “Jesus, I can’t—fuck, I can’t hold back.” Pleasure rushed through her; she just wanted more and more. Her hand slipped between her thighs and she gave her clit vigorous rubs that had her moaning deep in her throat. He watched her reach behind her body with her other hand, delving beneath her ass to find him. Her.