I could feel her nose rubbing against the underside of balls, her warm breath reminding me this was real. Her other hand was now probing at her labia,...rubbing her inner folds. She was becoming more wet and I was struggling to hold back. Her breath quickened, her legs raised ever so slightly, she was close. At no point was there any suggestion that I fuck her, she was quite happy taking my cock in her mouth while putting on the perfect show for me. At one point I leaned forward for a better. I dont think you should ever call me Jane. Tell me you want me to call you a whore. He gave her throat an extra squeeze, making her cough again, then relaxing the pressure a little. I want you to call me a whore. She squirmed on the bed. Tell me you want me to call you a slut. I want you to call me a slut. Tell me you want me to call you a piece of trash. He kept his pace steady, just rubbing up and down, up and down, never varying his stroke. I wantI want you to call me–a piece of trash! She. They had a great relationship, but she told him she was going to wait until marriage to have sex with him. Lucky for John, she allowed him to go down on her pussy while he jacked off. It was a good release for John, and he was so happy that Lisa let him "get some."She also told him that she had not had sex with any boyfriend before... well, there is more to that story.Lisa was a good girl from outside appearances. She regularly attended church and even the pastor visited her house. She started to rub them hard and the nipples look like little pellets. The knock came again so I said to come in. This time it was my lady friend sister. She came in with the same story as the other two of which one was sucking me while the other was rubbing her titties in an effort to make her cum. I assured the sister that everything was great and she needed to check on the k**s since the other were probably at the beach. She thanked me and came over to give me a hug but I warned her that she.