Cocks were not exactly a foreign entity to her, but rather a favorite pastime of her's, behind closed doors, where no one else could see this uninhibi...ed side of her. That’s why that delicate mouth of hers which had uttered words of concern and encouragement to me had no issues with the cock sliding in and out of her mouth like a piston, threatening to perforate her throat. Her whimpers were nothing but music to my ears.An unsightly amalgamation of drool, semen, and precum dribbled down the. " I may have been overanalyzing the situation, but I figured just grabbing her plate like it was an unspoken understanding, like I owed it to her for covering for me, would probably raise some questions with my fiancée. "Thank you, Samuel." Of course, Shiann was the only one in the world, besides my parents, who called me Samuel. Everyone called me Sam. Emili called me Sammy, affectionately. But for Shiann, for some reason it was Samuel. It had always seemed like a nod of respect for. She rocked forward a bit, resting her hands just above her knees, as if resisting from reaching out to me. I waited, my heart thudding against my ribcage and stomach tightening with desire. Finally, Rachel opened her mouth. “Touch yourself.” The words were a rough whisper that barely carried over to where I was sitting, but I wasted no time in sliding my hand down to where the fishnet was soaked and digging into my clit. I used my middle finger to gently slip under the fishnet and stroke the. I didn't know whether to pray for light so that this man would pull back, or hope that the darkness would continue. I have sensitive breasts, and this was beginning to feel quite lovely.The man behind me was moving his hand again -- perhaps this time to attempt to extricate himself from between my cheeks. But no. I felt his left hand, this time, cupping my buttock, his fingers inside the fabric of my shorts, gently stroking just outside the panty line.This was no more an accident than the.