I was discovering that Julia had quite a tomboyish streak in her. Actually, it could have been more correctly described as fierce competitiveness. She...loved taking part in male-dominated games and activities, and tried like hell to beat us. She understood the basics of poker, but I was worried that in this company, she was in a little over her head. I gently tried to warn her. But Julia was stubborn and determined.Saturday nights had evolved into poker night among our group. We all had busy. .as she looked at me, studying me a bit, with her spittle dripping from my nose, my lips, smeared on my forehead a bit, from my chin. She still had that playful gleam in her eyes that she had right from the first, but now something a little harder, like it was not going to be easier to do what Master wanted her to do...my just taking her spittle abuse like that without lifting a finger to stop it or wipe it from my face or complain...seemed to flick a switch on for her.Master reminded me at. Marry you ahhhhh….. will be satisfied hmmmm….. for life fully fuck……And now i got on to her top again started fucking her again she started smooching me so we smooched till she came on top of me and started fucking again riding me and im getting pain in my penis as it is my first time and i think its been an hour we started it and my friends are calling us so that they can have another round but she is not stopping as she said “darling dont leave me i want your dick in for a lot more time” so. Luckily, she was drunk as hell and totally free of inhibitions. When the final piece of clothing hit the floor, I looked her up and down, drinking in the sight of her flawless figure. Candy was a breathtaking young woman and it was a veritable miracle I did not retreat into a fantasy then and there. But that might have been because I did not want to miss a single second of that perfect moment. It was not until she slipped under the covers, forcing her hand to brush against one of my boobs that.