He did, then he pulled it out and sucked the juice off his finger. He said Mmm, then kissed me on the lips. I was glad he liked how my pussy tasted an... could taste a little of it on his lips, too. I bent down to kiss his penis and licked off a salty droplet. I also said Mmm, and then kissed him. He didnt hesitate to lick his own flavor off my lips. I milked his penis a little longer, then reached down to feel his scrotum. It was firm and cool, fitting perfectly into the palm of my small hand. I. Butnothing happened to my skinny, shriveled and nearly hairless cock. Itremained as flaccid as a deflated party balloon, impervious to Marta'sefforts. Finally, admitting failure, we sat in the back seat and talked aboutourselves. In the intimacy of a mutual failure, I let down my guard."Marta, when I look at you, when I touch you, I get so turned on. But Idon't know if it's because I want you, or because I want to be you."She said, "Um-hum." It's like the existentialists say, you can never. But, as soon as the cool air touched his dick the torment began and he needed to be back inside her. The decision was a split second one, but it was “his” decision. His cock pressed against her asshole and he felt her body stiffen. He couldn’t measure her reaction as he felt his cock slip inside her ass, forcing its way through the clinched muscles that barely allowed him access. When he buried it all the way to the base he knew he didn’t have long. With the last bit of his energy and with the. I went to the railing and lifted my jumper, pushing my breasts through the gaps and he crudely pulled on my nipples, rubbing them against the cold steel.Britney moved in behind me and pressed hard against my body, holding me hard against the railing as he twisted hard, pulling them together and holding both nipples together as the one raining was crushed between my budding breasts.Britney undid my flies and button, sliding my denims and panties away from my vagina, pulling them down to my.