My back curled up and my hips squirmed uncontrollably as that orgasm ripped thru me. The room broke into cheers as I spasmed. The man fucking me did ...ot last long. His tension was also at a fever pitch, and I heard him grunt and spurt a stream of cum into my vagina. It was warm and nasty, and I loved being filled with the sperm of an unknown man. I nearly came again in response to that cum filling my hole, but the dick was quickly pulled out of me and replaced by another. This one was. After he finished unloading, he quickly got up and looked at my face. And yes, I had cum dribbling out of the corners of my mouth – he had just pumped quite a lot of sperm. At that moment, he grabbed my face and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I opened up for some tongue action and shared his cum load. I had read in a few forbidden stories that this was called snowballing. We continue to kiss for quite a long time, pushing that creamy load back and forth into each other’s mouths. I liked. I used to hear the girls chattering and giggling about it at college and at work, but I never used to take much notice of them. Ever since I went out with the taxi driver and our subsequent break-up, I've been thinking about it all the time. The feeling of his chest hair on my nipples, his thick penis in my hand, his lips and tongue on my opening, and his eager thrusts inside me - all the time that wonderful feeling of liberation from the cares of the world as we wrestled naked together on our. I figured that she was turnedon by my close examination, but also trying to remain in control of her reactionsas she was silent. "Fine...that's good...just relax, please," I mumbled, but it wasmore for my benefit. I reached for a latex examination glove from the draw under the table, noticingher beautiful brown eyes, following me over her shoulder. I slipped the gloveon my right hand and watched her look apprehensively at me, while she alsounconsciously started wetting her lips a bit...nervous.