The man still pounds ruthlessly up into her pussy throughout our orgasms and as I begin to open my eyes fully I see him pressed right to her ear, spea...ing through clenched teeth. I imagine him hissing: "You're so tight, Francesca. I love the way you grip my cock when you come. I'm going to shoot inside your spasming pussy right now. Take my come deep inside you. Take it all." I watch his face contort as he floods her channel with his hot sperm, and sense another surge of wetness spilling from. I greedily licked up all her cream and climbed off her. We made out for a bit tasting each other’s cum on our lips and tongues. Then she reached behind the seat and brought out a drawstring bag. When I asked her what it was she said “I carry this around when I drink…just in case.” She opened it and pulled out a purple sparkly strap on. She asked me if she could fuck me with it and I happily agreed to it! Paige pulled it on and straightened it onto her mound. I went down and sucked on it making. It had never happened before. We stumbled into my room and she ripped my pants of and flung me into my bed. Luckily my parents were on the other side of the house and sound asl**p. She went straight for my pussy and inserted 3 fingers! 3 Fingers! I’d been tight with 2 before, but this time I was so loose she said. There was something about they way she fingered me, she played with my g-spot, twitching her fingers violently, instead of most guys who just thrust in and out. Then she went for my. Of that, there was no doubt. Men just didn’t figure in her world at all, not in a sexual way that is, and if one so much as flirted with her, she would have chopped his head off, or worse.After they parted, Angélique had conversed with Emma in a very unusual way given the technology they had. They were more like pen-friends, sending each other letters rather than emails or texts. It felt more distant, like they were very old friends and not new ones.Still, after all that time, it was Emma’s.