But Will frantically bounces me on his dick as it furiously collides with the back of my pussy. I am overcome by multiple shuddering orgasms as he thr...ws me around like a rag doll. The feeling of being so physically dominated is intoxicating, and I can only imagine what the past two hours have been like for Liz, I later find out that the three friends of Will were passing her around, "Like the fucking slut I am" she says. She loved every minute of it but was scared at first when the three other. White’s thrusts intensified in tandem with Jean’s moans. Wetness spread across her lips. ‘No, stop,’ Jean whispered. Redness crept across her face – she had vowed not to enjoy this. But this Mr. White seemed to know just what turned her on, as if he had been her lover for ages. ‘Don’t you enjoy sex, honey? Don’t you love when a man brings you to heaven with his tongue?’ ‘I made a promise – to Tom and myself – I wouldn’t feel anything, and I definitely wouldn’t cum.’ ‘Jean—’ Tom snapped in. She nodded."They want to feel them under your shirt, don't they?" he asked."Yes." she was breathing deeper now."Will you take your shirt off?" he asked.She smiled. "Not for them, but for you I will."She sat up and unashamedly unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged out of it. Her utilitarian white bra bulged with soft skin. She reached behind her and undid the clip, shrugging her shoulders to let the cups fall and the straps slide down her arms. The bra ended up in her hand and she froze as he. I was just an item of immediate utility, to be used and forgotten.When I stopped in front of her house, she grabbed the door handle, slightly opening the door. "You're so sweet," she said. She leaned over to give me a quick kiss near my mouth. I noticed her slightly stiffen. She hesitated, started to leave, then she gave me another, longer, kiss on the lips this time. She leaned back and looked at me. I was worried. I hadn't had time to wash Miss Howard's cum off of my face. I was afraid Missy.