“I hate you so fucking much, but I want you so bad.” I opened my mouth to ask why he hated me but closed it. Yet again it was obvious. After all ...e was right; night after night he watched as I basically whored myself out to anyone who paid attention to me, yet the one guy who was constantly with me, I had never given a second thought to, and even openly rejected. His eyes shined a bright red as I felt someone take my hands and bring them behind my back. I turned my eyes to see the blonde. I felt like strutting my stuff. We pretty much did a repeat of before. I danced around, mostly holding my boobs to keep them from jiggling about, then going over in front of each of the boys and giving them an up close and personal look at my fur. This time I hiked my leg up on the arm of the sofa, spreading my pussy wide open. My pussy wanted some dick and I am sure the guys could tell by the wet glistening pink of my vagina lips. We repeated the above scene one more time over the next hour,. **** I’m back now, sweetheart. I know you’re frustrated by my broken sentences, but I won’t cheat you from knowing what I was doing. When I dropped the pen, I had to sit up and slide to the edge of the bed. I had worked my pussy into a frenzy, so I knew it would be fast if I didn’t slow myself down. I moved off the bed and stripped naked. I wanted you in the room with me, needed you in the room with me. The musky scent of my arousal filled my surroundings and I laid back on the bed. I pushed. When I’m sucking his cock, try as I might, I can’t seem to get him to hold back.”“He cums right away?” Marion asked. “Is that the problem?”“Not right away. He keeps me in orgasm for thirty minutes sometimes, but when I’m going down on him, after only fifteen or twenty minutes, he cums!”“There’s no warning?”“Oh, sure!” Karla replied. “I mean ... Well, he’s screaming, pounding the bed with his fists and begging for release. I change my tempo, the pressure ... everything! But he cums anyway.”“Are.