He wasn't in the living room like I thought so I quietly walked towards the bedroom. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. Did I hear moaning? Sounds ...f sex? I tried reasoning with myself saying he was watching porn. I tiptoed towards his bedroom door. It was half open. I couldn't believe my eyes. My boyfriend fucking some girl like she was me. She was laying there while he was on top of her with her legs on his shoulders just fucking her. I could hear his balls slapping against her. I could. You should always just follow your instincts when it comes to pleasing a woman. She'll let you know if she likes it, or if you're stepping over the line." "Isn't there any way to know where the line is before you cross it?" He asked cautiously. "I mean, going for it may seem like a good idea, but then the next thing you know you're getting the piss slapped out of you." "You just have to decide if it's worth the risk," she told him simply. "Unless someone blantantly tells you to go for it, your. She laid face down on the bed her legs spread and her luscious ass barely covered by her bikini bottom. She reached behind her and removed her top throwing it to the side. He poured some massage oil and began to massage her back, “Mmm, that’s nice” he started in the middle of her back and worked his way toward the side of her breast and massaged them gently.“you like that?” he asked,“yeah,” she said as lifted her legs and rolled onto her back and spread her legs around him again her breasts. Every other girl she's defeated has had to endure the indignity of having Rhea's foot on their face, having her mark left on them, now including me. But apparently I'm special, because she's got even more in mind.She removes her foot from my cheek, then slides her toes between my lips.“Suck,” she says. “You fucking loser.”I obey, gently sucking her toes, tonguing the bottoms of them. The crowd jeers; some of them hoot and holler. When I finally get the guts to look up at Rhea's face, she's.