"Creamy lightly stoked my smooth hairless thighs and, once more, thattingling sensation touched me, except that this time I felt myselfgrowing hard. ...y balls were still sore from prolonged denial, and thepleasure I was feeling took my mind off my still burning sitter, so Ifigured I could go just a little further. I ran my fingers along hisupper legs, noticing how much they were like a girl's. He got hard too. Our hands explored shyly, and repeatedly brushed against the essentialsbefore. There was another guy, sitting on the chair and jacking off. I knew he saw me blowing that guy and it made my excitement increase; he approached the wall and placed his dick into the hole with a jerk. I got down at once, taking as deep as might be possible for my whorish mouth. I wanted him to fuck my mouth off! I was pressed to the wall so that my nose set against the wall, my lips were passing over the penis, it seemed that he was ready to come. I became like one of those dirty whorish sluts,. He seemed content to ejaculate into a sock rather than some cute girl's vagina. That seemed odd to me, but at least it was safer.As I dumped some of the clothes I had gathered into the washing machine, I again checked his socks more blatantly now that I was alone. I turned them inside out to expose the cum stains, and even though it was probably strange, I made note of how much cum he had produced by the size of the stains. He was shooting a nice thick load, I could tell. I was glad, and in a. He lifted me off his cock. I felt so empty without him. He bent me over the coffee table and got behind me. He placed his hands on my hips, lifting them up. I felt him push his cock into me. He took my hair pulling my head back as he began to pound my pussy. His fucking was more intense. His breathing became heavy, and he began to moan. His cock seemed to be swelling inside me. I looked at the TV. The reflection in it was so hot. Josh was fucking me like a slut. The sight in the TV was too much.