." before fast, deep gasps and pants as he started moving his tongue back and forth fast inside of her, the texture of his tongue working her entrance...just right as he rubbed his tongue against her soft, wet quivering insides as he fucked her.Her breathing got faster, her orgasm starting to build before she moaned loudly with frustration, feeling his tongue taken away suddenly and not replaced. She panted on her back, her whole body quivering as she stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, confusion. ”“Stop with the drama Steph, he’s fine. Probably went back to Montana where his parents are from,” I tell her and she cuts me off fast.“He’s from Alaska, his parents were Norwegian. Friend? More like he was your stooge,” Stephanie snaps at me before hanging up the phone.How could I fuck up where he’s from? Where did Stuart go? I got to make shit up to him when we get back to college if he’s there. Please be there man, only real friend I’ve had in three years.My call isn’t even going to. I could swear I had felt him grow a little when I settled onto his lap, but before I could progress I needed something more substantial. I reached across the car, to the opposite side where I had left my bottle of wine, pressing my bum harder into his crotch as I did so. When I settled back, I twisted slightly, placing one arm around his shoulders, so that my braless tits were inches from his face, and offered him the bottle. He took a small drink, and offered the bottle back…nervously it. Emma took one quick look into James’ giddy eyes before looking the beast head-on and set about her work as if it was her duty. She did her best to fit her mouth around the bulbous head and managed to work it down her throat about three-quarters of the way before gagging. As her mouth worked James’ cock it began to grow and grow until she could only fit half. And then a quarter. Any hope I had of winning this competition had been shattered as she brought his penis to full mast.She had to set.