I could tell by his breathing that he was getting close to cumming when he suddenly reached down and pulled himself out of my mouth and sighed “Ok, ...wo minutes are up. If I don’t stop you now I think the game might be over. I’m not ready for that yet.” Part of me was disappointed as I got up off the couch because I was really turned on wanting him to cum while I sucked his dick. Still, another part of me was excited to see what would come next.As he stood up to bowl again, his cock was rock. Their hands exploring every inch of their bodies. fingers entering one another. tongues exploring like thirsty dogs hopelessly licking a dry river. although the river seemed to have been splashed unstoppable. Their bodies both hitting the walls and the floor as their awareness toward the environment vanishes. their eyes couldn't get off each others and there I was, dying to be found so that I could be invited into this wonderful ritual. but no luck. I was helplessly wanting for their. “Seriously, where’s Dylan?” Scott was still lying on my bed and was apparently so preoccupied with jerking his dick he hadn’t heard my question. “Uh,” Scott ejaculated on Dyl’s bedding. “Oh…oh,” he grunted, pumping his dick fast and then relaxing as he slowed down. “You done?” I asked, tersely, and he finally had the good grace to at least look embarrassed. “Sorry man,” he was glancing around, probably for his clothes, which were strewn here and there on the floor and the bed. “Sorry.”. I raised her up to sit on her ass. I got the rope and tied her tits tightly. They would turn purple before the night was over. I took her panties off. Reaching again into my bag, I got out the y-clamps and hooked a clamp onto each nipple before clenching one down onto her clit. She gasped in pain. After I had her exactly where I wanted her, bound and in pain, the only thing left to do was break her hope. I pulled out the knife, and gave her a quick swipe across her thigh. She yelped in pain as.