He swiftly knelt down next to her. “Whoa there. We can take that a little slower. Swallowing me like that is something you’ve got to build up to.�...�She coughed back her bile, nodding in embarrassment.“Let me get you something to drink…” He suddenly straightened up, “Oh shit, I’m going to burn the chicken.” He rushed back to the kitchen while she tried to get her coughing under control. She was just returning to normal as he came back with a glass of water. She took it gratefully, trying not to. I was obsessed with discovering what girls had between their legs but in those pre internet porn days and being too young to buy “men’s magazines” that erotic secret remained a mystery. The closest I got to porn was the models in bras and panties in the lingerie pages in my mother’s clothes catalogues.I’d been having “wet dreams.” I can’t remember much of them except that they involved girls, panties and swimsuits, and I’d wake up with my pyjama trousers and the bed sheets wet with sticky. That's my favorite thing. Each cock in hand alternating balls and cocks in mouths and hands until both were supremely hard and ready.I got on my hands and knees doing my favorite thing. Sucking on one cock while getting my ass eaten preparing for the other. I can suck a mean cock, but I can't handle being face fucked by this guy. That doesn't stop him. The other guy is spreading me wide open back there. Cleaning me up and getting me ready.Then my favorite thing happens. I feel his meat rubbing. It became obvious she didn't want to waste any more time. While kissing, she came to sit on top of me. The moment my dick slid in her incredibly warm and already incredibly wet pussy, it felt like heaven fell down on me. She started to ride me. I forgot to do anything. I just had my hands glued to her ass. My heart was pumping.She moaned silently into my ear. Steadily, she went faster and faster. This went on for minutes, constantly increasing in speed, until she came with one extremely long.