Feeling my mustache and goatee against your face as our tongues battle back and forth. Feeling your hard nipples pressing into my chest as you mold yo...rself against me. You can feel the heat of my hardness against your lower tummy, the swollen head rubbing against the belly button ring you are wearing. Without breaking our passionate kiss you reach down and undo my belt and the button of my slacks. In one quick motion you squat down, your knees spread wide and pull my trousers and boxers down. "And it doesn't hurt her?"Rusty chuckled at that, "Hurt her, hell she loves it. It makes her cum when I do that." Rusty!" What babe, it's true!" And Amara hid her head behind Rusty's shoulder. The girls proceeded to egg Amara and suggested she change her name to Fire Slut.Phillip chuckled at his fellow classmates briefly before continuing, "So, Amara, are you immune to heat or just Rusty's chemical fire?"Amara raised her head high and Phillip was reminded of how normally Amara maintained such. Minutes seemed to pass. Maybe years. As Peter finally pulled his still firm cock out of me, I weakly protested.‘No – stay inside me!’ I pleaded. I didn’t want it to end.I got a firm slap on my bum in reply. Coming down, I was starting to feel like a used dish-rag. But in a good way. Between my legs I was so wet it felt like a dam had burst down there. I was leaking what felt like a river of cum, mine and his together, mixed with our combined sweat.I felt like a slut and I was proud of it. It. She served me the breakfast she cooked and we both ate. While eating I was watching her juicy navel. She said stop first eat the food later you can eat me. After eating I was washing my hands in the sink area. She was standing beside me with a towel. I turned around within a fraction of a second I lifted her up and took her to bed room. I made her lay on the bed. I have already bought aromatic body massaging oil, candles, and pack of condom. I lay on her and was cuddling her. She was shivering.