Slowly, she found his zipper and I could tell when she had his dick in her hands because he released a guttural, primal groan. She stroked him the bes... she could as his hand slid under her skirt. I could only imagine the pleasure he gave with that hand. His thumb circling her clit as another finger slid into her pussy. She rocked her hips to the rhythm of his hand. “Ah, shit. More,” she said, biting her lip and grabbing his neck. He lifted her up and hitched her skirt to her waist. After she. My nipples standing at attention begging to be freed from my Blue lacy bra. I knew my boss would be arriving in about 15 min but I didn’t care. I unbuttoned my short jean skirt, reveling my secret, no panties. I slip my fingers between my pink pussy lips. Exposing my swollen clit. I start rubbing circles around my clit, keeping my eyes on the matting dogs, my fingers slip into my soaked pussy as I find myself thrusting them in and out, with the same rhythm as the dogs. I let out a loud moan as. ..An unknown time later ... and there wasn't a damn bit of sense asking because the ship doesn't recognize time as humans know it ... and the ship didn't seem to be around ... the Baltic was heeled over and the bunk I was strapped in was gimbaled so I was level at all times. I can tell you right now ... that wasn't going to work. The cabin was rocking and I wasn't ... Uh uh ... nope ... bucket!! And I was head deep in one. Evidently, I hollered the "BUCKET!!" It wasn't really a bucket ... it. _Ah God, what the fuck did I do last night? Is this some kind of sick joke, when are the cameras going to show up? Troy's gonna fucking pay for dragging me out of the house! _You cough around the gag in your mouth, trying to maneuver it with your tongue. It's some kind of cloth, and after a minute you finally spit it out onto the floor.Your memory of last night is foggy, a text guilt tripping you into another bar-hopping Saturday evening. What was the last bar we stopped at? I know we hit Code.