She asked me if she was doing ok and all I could do was moan in response. That got me a second finger in my pussy and that was all I could take. I gra...ped onto her wrist and held her hand right where it was as I moaned and bucked my hips. It was not the strongest orgasm I had ever had before, but it was one of the most magical. I felt like I was floating as I rode the waves of my orgasm back down. As soon as I collapsed against her she slid her fingers out of me and began to just run her hands. Shortly thereafter, the second man cried loudly, shoved his cock into her throat to the hilt, ignoring her agonized, muffled cry, and came, pumping rope after rope of cum directly into her.He withdrew, wiped his cock on her face, and was quickly replaced by a woman. She had cut-off jean shorts, which were down around her knees, along with her pink panties. She leaned back slightly, grabbed a handful of Gracie’s hair, and pulled Gracie’s head back, and ground her face into the woman’s cunt. “Eat. I know she didn’t mean what she said, wishing I were dead. She loved me. In her own twisted way, she still loved me. You don’t stop loving someone after what we’d been through together, not like that. We knew each other too well, were like brother and sister. In so many ways I was closer to her than Cormac was or ever could have been, but it wasn’t the right way, and that made all the difference. She relaxed her grip on me, her hands falling from me like dead things. I started dialing my. I could not believe how sensitive my clit was that just her warm breathe would make me quiver. She stuck her tongue out and ever so gently started to lick up and down my lips, teasing me. I grabbed the back of her head, forcing her face into me. She responded by sucking on my clit, and I let out an audible moan. "Shhhh, someone might hear us," she said. "I know, but my pussy's so sensitive right now, I just need to cum so bad!" I replied. She then licked her fingers and pinched my clit. It felt.