"Jesus it's cold!" I pull the covers even tighter around me with a long shiver. "I could help you with that." A voice purred behind me, making me free...e as a hand brushed my shoulder. Where it's pale finger tips touched my skin, warmth spread though me with blissful shivers that gently spread through me, calming down my racing heart. As if out of thin air, I felt a body appear behind me, pressing against me and even though the covers I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Without my. Martin who’d made several passes at me, which I had turned down. Mostly because he was clumsy with them. “Are you still naked?” She asked of me, I said I was.“How long are you going to wait?” I looked at my watch, ‘another 4 minutes and 30 seconds’ I said, which confused her for a moment or two. “Oh gosh, you’re on dare or a bet? She asked “A dare!” “Oh wow, lovely” she exclaimed, “from David?” She sounded as excited as I was feeling, especially when I said yes. Somehow talking to Sally had if. He stiffened, then grunted loudly and the salty taste of cum soon filled my mouth. I took as much as I could but it soon found its escape, running from my lips and down my chin. With Ryan out of my mouth I leaned up on my elbows, only to be pulled to the edge of the ottoman and then turned around. From my position I could see the sofa and 3 of the studs were just sitting there naked pulling them selves off while they watched. This was making me even wetter. It was then that someone grabbed my. . I can stay hard and keep going, but once it's all cream pie, it gets slicker, giving less sensation.. It wouldn't be the first time I stuck my fingers or face in and "cleared the firing chamber" to get more friction again. Sometimes it's the cream pieness of it that makes me neeeed to keep going! Mood, energy, position can all make a difference.It brings up something I've noticed and contemplated... If I fuck someone and cum inside, the reduced friction my not be quite enough sensation.