I want to watch you blow my man, will you do that for me, can you get it up again?.” I smile as I ogle his still impressive cock after he has lost h...s erection.“And I would love to watch my man blow your ten-inches. What can I do to help? Would you like to tell us about some of your sexual encounters as a turn on?,” I ask as I am sitting between the two men and fondling their almost flaccid cocks.“A few weeks ago I was invited to a dinner party for a group of twelve business professional women.. His thumb worked against my clit even faster, and I felt another orgasm roll through me, arching my back and lifting my heavy breasts. "Yes! Yes! Fuck! Me!" I exclaimed, smoothing my hands over my tits, tugging at my sensitive nipples as my body attempted to calm down from my second orgasm. His thrusts became hard and short, adding the sound of wet bodies slapping against one another to the Red Room's symphony of lust. Faster and harder he pounded me, harder and deeper. I gathered. “What? How could that be? You look barely older than sixteen years old.”Light replied, the amused smile still on his face, “David, I am going to give you a bit of advice that I give most Untethered who I see vast potential in. “If you ever achieve immortality or stop ageing, wait until you are 30.”“Immortality?” That was all I could get out, in a high pitched voice that would have sounded better coming from a pre-adolescent rather than an eighteen-year-old.Frost was quick to intervene, “Not. The man behind leans even further forwards in his efforts, grabs at my saggy tits with his other hand, yanks on them like a cow’s udders, with his fingers spread he tightens his grip on the right one, runs them down is swollen length before squeezing it hard and then tugging strongly on its stiff nipple. If I’d had milk to disgorge it would have been squirting in full flow from my stiff nipple. He’s just close enough now to whisper in my ear, “I’d like to fuck you on my own, own you, fuck you,.