”“I do?”“You know you do,” she said, almost reprimanding as she worked his shaft hard. “And you love that too.”“You got me,” he admi...ted. “I find scared little you sexy as all fuck. But what I love even more is that you’re swallowing your fear and doing it anyway.”It was true. She’d played with one or two boys in her time, but it had felt safe—and not half as exciting. Not half as arousing or powerful. She wet her lips with her tongue and brought her mouth across the head of his cock, licking. ” I felt like the dumbest guy in the world in that moment. My brain ran a short circuit, there must have been smoke coming out of my ears.I looked over at him, then, and the expression on Paul’s face was a confused mess. His cheeks were as red as mine, if not more so. His eyebrows furrowed, his posture defensive. He had pulled the blankets over his midsection, covering his morning wood from view. He looked up at me, and I held his stare. Something clicked, then, and I realized that Paul must. Her legs were still dangling over the side of the bed, so I pulled off her panties, pushed her legs apart and knelt on the floor and began to lick her pussy. Soon she was writhing and moaning under my ministrations. I took her to the brink of an orgasm twice then backed off waited a few seconds and began again. The third time I took her to the brink she clamped my head between her legs and pushed the back of my head so that I was pushed hard against her pussy and was trapped there. She squealed. .. feeling my nipples, my pussy getting wet .... as I was picturing myself in one of those sexy Italian movies. My eyes were closed and my vibrator was tingling my nipples.... I brought the head to my mouth... picturing Rocco feeding me his cock. I sucked in the head of my toy... getting it very wet... and moved it to my clit. I could feel my orgasm slowly building in me and I was getting more worked up than I usually do. I couldn't wait much longer and I slipped 'Rocco' into my pussy. I was.