His tongue made it’s way down to the perianal area, and softly dabbed at the tip of Chris’s rosebud. Chris’s response was to gasp, and a soft tr...ckle of preseminal fluid came from the tip of his penis, which neither man touched at the moment. Will took his time, taking small, gentle nibbles at the ultra-clean spincher. He knew, from long experience, the amount of pain Chris needed to feel the sensation was minimal, it was a matter of pure pleasure when the tongue went into the tight hole.. . Leda,” she answered cautiously. “Can you sit up, dear?”Young-Rebecca swiveled her left eye, examining the unfamiliar surroundings. “How did I get here?” she asked.Eying the girl’s badly split lower lip, and developing black eye where Iris—one of the Iris’s--had punched her, Rebecca helped her sit. “You fell backwards through the gate, dear, and cracked your head. I hope you don’t have a concussion.”Young-Rebecca rubbed the back of her head again. “I fell through backwards? Fell through. I don't care if they fuck their wives in between the times they come to my glory hole! I'm perfectly fine with that! My 'hobby' isn't about collecting a string of broken marriages, but a series of nice blow jobs, with a nice load of cum accompanying each one of them! That's it. Period! There's a world of difference between some guy loving his wife, and me giving him a blow job. But a lot of married guys seem to conflate these two, and therefore, they are generally racked with what I see as. “Oh!” she gasped, pulling her mouth from mine.“Don’t worry,” I told her, kissing her neck. “I’ll take care of you.” She tilted her head back and her breathing got a little heavier. We moved to my couch and she sat on my lap, legs wrapped around me. I kept kissing her neck and her panting continued. I slid a hand down her stomach and put it under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. “You’re so wet, Jess.” My fingers brushed her clit.“Fuck,” she moaned. “Please, Melinda, I’m a virgin.”“I’ll be.