I couldn’t help but sigh as he broke the kiss. Raphael scanned my face, trying to read my thoughts, but asked anyways, ‘What’s wrong baby?’ I...didn’t say anything, I just laced my fingers through his hair and pulled his head back down to my level. I engaged him in another kiss, this one playful and sensual where the last had been leisurely. As the scene on the television heated up, Raphael deepened the kiss. He rolled over onto his back, taking me with him so that I was now straddling him. He. “Go on,” L said, “I need detail. Was your cock hard by then?”“I... Yes, my penis was hard. Joy has a way of grinding her small butt against it that...”“That what?”“That is incredibly erotic.”My face was red, and I was feeling utterly helpless and ashamed. L, meanwhile, started to probe herself with one finger.“Go on, what did she do next?” she demanded.“She went down on her knees, took a lot of shower gel and started to massage my penis with two hands. Her hands, she is so good with them. She. I tried one last time. ‘Please, Jay. Please don’t fuck my ass. Your cock is too big for me to take. You can’t fuck me.’ He paused over me, his eyes locking on mine. ‘Can’t?’ he asked. He thrust his hips forward and I felt the head of his cock stretch me open. I groaned in pain and felt my eyes start to water. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. ‘Oh god! It hurts. God!’ I yelled. ‘Your new god is two inches up your tight pussy, whiteboy. I’ll hold still and let you get used to it for a. Now everybody starts to know each other better and better its sounds like really fun to do that again. Then the chef called the guests at the big diner table. Don’t know if it was a coincidence but left and right from me I had Mr Spain and Mr Dutch and opposite Mr C. He had Mrs Spain and Mrs Dutch next to him. Hmmmm interesting! My male neighbors were very enthusiastic and during diner I saw they poured my glass with wine every time I drunk, even for a little. I was already tipsy with the Cava.