Your breathing is fast, shallow, and a bit labored. I feel your hands again in my hair, holding the sides of my head as you pump and grind, taking con...rol, fucking my mouth harder, deeper. I feel the telling tightening of your balls against my hand. I am moaning in desire, the need to taste you, yearning to feel the first hot spurt of your cum fill my mouth. Ignoring the aching in my jaws, I open my mouth as wide as I can, pressing my tongue against the throbbing veins, my fingers rolling and. Remembering the first (and last) time we kissed, I refrained from any attempt at tongue action. My patience was rewarded as Sandy extended her own, pushing my lips open and exploring my mouth. I tentatively began to reciprocate, until we both engaged in some equal oral give and take. She finally broke the kiss, but the glassy look in her eyes told me that this was just the beginning. “I’ve never brought a prisoner home to my home before,” she said, getting into the control role she needed.. She didn't care who it was as long he or she didn't stop! She raised her hips and she was rewarded as the tongue slipped deep in her. God, it felt so good. Please, please she thought, make me cum! The tongue went in and out and she felt her herself beginning to go but then it suddenly was with drawn. She sat up with a bewildered look on her face as her ankles were placed in leather straps and her legs were spread fully and raised slightly above her head. The men were fully. I sat looking completely lost and confused, and then Bridget wrapped her hand around my soft cock and began tugging on it, and in just a few strokes I began to grow."What... what are you doing?" I asked nervously."Well, I thought I'd make my room mate happy!" she replied, as she continued to stroke my cock.After a minute or two, I was completely hard and Bridget continued to rub it, running her soft little hand up and down my shaft, squeezing the top in her hand a few times and then running her.