A man is a man, and if he sees a hot girl, who am I to prevent him from getting himself all horny? But one night when he came home late from work (I e...timate around 9:30pm), I kissed his lips and instantly smelled the familiar, pungent smell of cock. He was more tired than normal and dragged his body to the bed where he instantly fell asleep. There was a small tinge of guilt as my fingers pried open his briefcase and fished out his phone. I swore that I wouldn't go through a man's text messages. It busts open like a popped balloon. The b l o o d trickles down the right side of his face, dripping down to his chest. As I tighten the grip I still had on his hair, I get real close to his face, and looking him square into his eyes--- “Remember Pony League, and when I r a p e d ur ass behind the shower house” ? “Ya, corse I fuckin remember” “Well dude, when I blasted my big jock load up in ur guts—that made you my punk—fore ever. I own that ass. And as far as the bet—that goes forever as. Sarah was on pins and needles. You could almost hear her pussy throbbing. She dressed in a skirt that came down to about an inch below her pussy. Seriously! It had to be the shortest skirt I have ever seen. But she was always a classy woman so underneath she wore what looked like cheerleader panties, You know, the kind that are made to be seen but not showing a damn thing.She was wearing a pullover top that expressed no sex in any way shape or form. I knew how hot to trot she was inside, but. John started pushing up into Carol's mouth. She stopped him from cumming by gripping the base of his cock, holding straight up, and looked hungrily at it. She climbed on John's body and slithered up until her cunt covered his mouth. John started licking it from her ass to her clit. I could see her inner and outer labia swelling and leaking her juices. John's face was slick with her juices and his eyes were locked on her eyes. Carol slid down his body, leaving a trail of wetness, and posed.