“No,” I said, as I felt a another wave of pleasure building. If I came, I knew they would be putting us in an oven. “C'mon, baby,” said the b...ond, standing to my left, looking down on me. The woman stroking me squeezed my balls again. Another wave of pleasure. I looked up at her as I felt myself losing it. “Please stop!” I begged, looking Tiffany in the eyes. “I don't wanna cum.” I tried to breath deep, but the waves were intensifying. “Oh God, please. Please don't do this. Don't cook. He even smiled faintly, and I thought that was a good sign. A very good sign!Then, after I'd fondled and stroked Manuel's beautiful, dark brown cock, I knelt down on the shop floor, and began to lick, to kiss, and eventually suck his cock as if (and this was the way it always was with me) there might never be another opportunity to enjoy a cock!As I felt my mouth around Manuel's fabulous cock head and upper shaft, I went into a kind of urgent frenzy, and I gave that young man the best blow job. Rob watched intently as my wife eagerly swallowed his cock. She likes being Rob‘s suck slut, and he told her it was the best blowjob he’s ever had. He had been begging Steve to let him come over again when Lisa was there, ever since the 4th of July Party. He said he couldn’t wait to see her again because she was “Over the top”. They were saying things like, “Lisa’s a spoiled girl!”, while each were taking turns massaging her tits, fingering her vagina, and ramming my wife’s slutty little mouth. Georgia was at her knees on the bed, strattling the man. She was naked except for her pumps, as always. She never took them off, even for sex. Slowly, she lowered herself close to the man's pelvis, lightly trailing her vagina against his skin. He groaned with longing. Lina could see his dick grow, and it sent shivers up her mound. Her fingers twitched. Georgia began rubbing her vagina up and down, from the man's pelvis to his navel and back. She moaned as she semi-tribbed against his flesh..