"What's wrong? You don't like me?" Sarah asked, sitting on Marcus's lap and wrapping her legs around his waist. "Of... of course." He whispered. Holy ...hit, Marcus thought. This extremely hot girl, which he'd had a crush on for the last two years and was secretly the source of many late-night fantasies, was totally coming on to him. Sarah started to unbotton her shirt. "What are you doing?" Marcus asked. Sarah moved her lips next to his ear, "Fuck me." She whispered. Marcus's boner strained. As I came she quickly removed her fingers and pushed her mouth hard against my pulsating mound which prolonged the orgasm and she could feel every contraction against her lips. I stayed on my back breathing heavily enjoying the aftermath of one of the hardest and fastest orgasms I had ever experienced. Up to that moment only piece of clothing had been removed between us and that was my knickers. Lindsey got up and moved so she was sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor then. I hadn't seen much of Rox since Linda beat her in the first match, in 1:36. All the naked losers were serving wenches or raffle ticket sellers, fully exposed to all the wrestling fans watching. Rox was still on the bubble, due to be shaved, as the fourth fastest loser. If the third round of this match lasted less than a minute, Rox would be unshaven, regardless of what happened in my match, the final match of the first set. I know I wasn't going to lose in less than 1:36! I was our best. I gave in. Let him use me. He clearly found the situation enormously arousing. He really used his length and hardness to show me how he could manipulate my insides. It stimulated me to a profound orgasm. I was barely erect when semen flowed out of me in a continuous stream. I never touched my cock, not once, only the rough wall scuffed at it for extra tortuous sensation. Eventually he needed to empty himself. He jammed and rutted and finally squeezed every inch of his member into my arsehole as.