My legs were up in the air, still wearing my nude coloured stockings and suspender belt. Jazz my 13” equipped Negro lover was helping himself to my ...uffy, fuck battered pussy, from the night before! Before I had properly awakened he was 13” deep and pumping into me, balls slapping my pussy lips. I felt as if I was in a dream, but this time I was really cuming off, G spot orgasming. Jazz was holding my stocking clad legs wide apart and stretched out. My pussy was on auto fuck pilot, sucking and. I groaned, all the breath out of me, and tried to push him off. The waves of climax were still spreading throughout my body, but I couldn't breath. David was passed out on top of me. I turned my head to the side and sucked in a pain-filled lungful of air. We were going to have to work on that, I thought. Can't have the poor boy killing me every time he does me like a dog! I smiled at my own little joke and managed to get into a barely comfortable position.David and I slept, and sometime during. Laurie had seemed excited enoughto see him though, which figured considering he had enough looks and moneyto make her happy. He'd definitely make a better match than me or Greg orSteve in the money department. Not that we wanted to get married oranything. We were just going off to college. Which I suppose was thewhole point.She wasn't fucking us anymore, even if we were better in bed. Maybe weweren't though. My ego found the idea hard to believe.Jack's visit had left us in a predicament. . He was spinning, whirled around. Then he was staring at a firm pair of tits. Despite his shock, he started to harden. When he finally tore his eyes away from Liz's tantalizing orbs, he looked up at her face. A shiver ran down his spine. He'd never seen a woman look so....hungry.Michael's first real mistake was opening his mouth to question the naked woman in his flat. Before he got a single word out, something shoved itself in his mouth. It tasted...like chocolate?And had the disturbing texture.