She mewled and whimpered with joy and said, “Oh my god, Stan, that was just fucking phenomenal!” Drake pulled out of her. “Stan? Stan? I was th... one who gave you that orgasm! You should be telling me how phenomenal I was!” Still panting from her orgasm, she said, “Yes, Drake, you did well. You’re a great lover. You have a wonderful cock. But the only reason I’m here fucking you is that Stan wants me to have the pleasure he can’t give me. So the person responsible for my cumming like this is. But she didn't think that she would have to carry a pillow around with her like she did sometimes.This time the man hadn't even drawn any blood with the strap. She could tell he was in a cuddly mood.The truth of the matter was that he couldn't stand having his clothes on anymore and was anxious to get nude.He ripped off his shirt, baring his chest, and tore his pants down so that his cock could come springing out like a horny jack-in-the-box.Michele turned to look at his cock and balls.She. ..which was probably the truth of most matters. Her legs looked lean and strong, even in the jeans she had on. But it was an impressive set of tits that got me in the most trouble as she kept catching me staring longer then I should have. She didn't mind in the least. In fact, she tended to squeeze them together when she caught me, making them look even better and coyly asking if something was wrong. We weren't done with lunch before we knew we were going to fuck. Back in class, we found. That quickly became the least of my problems, though. As I leaned forward toclean some excess cum off of Andrew's softening cock, I heard a key turn in mydoor. Fuck! Only two people had a key to my apartment -- Marissa and..."Joe!" I yelled, seeing my shocked best friend step into my little apartment. Joe just stood there, gaping at the two of us -- which must have been a sightfor him. He had a girl with him, who looked like she was going to break outinto laughter at any second. "Honey,".