I grab his shoulders, nearly overcome with the sensations flooding through my system. I nearly come when he finds my little button and gives her a fir... lick. Slowly he laps at my center, drinking the nectar flowing freely. I can feel an orgasm building, winding me tighter and tighter…with a sudden thrust of a finger he brings me. ‘Ah!!’ I hear myself cry as I come undone on his tongue and hand. Moisture flood out, coating his face as I quiver above him. Firm hands grip my hips, steadying me as. ‘Yes, please.’ With a harsh yell, she said, ‘I didn’t give you permission to speak! I guess I’ll have to make sure you can’t. She took her pants off, followed by her panties. These she stuffed into his mouth and taped in place with duct tape. With her pussy exposed and hot, juices dripping down her legs, she took his nightstick from his belt and slowly inserted it up her cunt, moaning in pleasure, making sure he had a good view. Her left hand slowly stroked in and out with the thick black rod. In our dorm room, where Daryl and I resided, the set was own the big game, with one exception, I was on my knees between Daryl's knees sucking his cock. Daryl enjoyed having his cock sucked while he relaxed and watched the tube. The phone rang, Daryl answered and told the person on the other end 'come over if you want but I can't promise you nothing.' I looked up at Daryl inquisitively, Daryl told me 'Chuck wants to come over and fuck, you heard what I told him. If you don't want to you don't. Rick had run off to the concession stand immediately, and she sat in the car trying to adjust the muffled sound of the awful microphone hanging off the car window. At last, she could understand what was being said. Rick returned with the massively buttered popcorn and a cola... with two straws. She had to admit that she loved the taste of that greasy butter and all the chemicals they put into the buttered popcorn at the movies. She suspected that it was not good for her, but sometimes, she.