“I know, but I really cant. I want to, believe me, but I really cant!” she said with disappointment in her voice. I could see we had a connection ...nd she wanted to, maybe as much as I wanted her to, but the guilt of fooling around behind her boyfriends back was stopping her. I realised that my chances were fading away as I made one last attempt. “That's fair enough. I don't think you could have deep-throated me anyway, no girl ever has." The reverse psychology worked. Like a girl offered a dare. I could now see her buttocks contratcing and relaxing with every thrust Fareed was giving . She crossed her ankled behind his neck and hung by it. I could have necer supported gher that way but Fareed was doing it with ease without missing a single storke. His big hands were brutally squeezing her ass cheeks leaving red marks across them. Shara was biting his shoulder and calling him by his nbame again and again. Shara seemed to be in heaven with the pleasure that 9 inch ram seemed to be giving. Tilting his face to face me I ran my tongue over his lips, then onto his neck, then down to his nipples, then down the middle of his chest, then into his belly button, then down the middle eventually resting on his cock. As I pulled down his undies my mouth engulfed his helmet, now he gasped.Pulling off his undies he was naked. His virgin cock was in my mouth as I used my lips and mouth to simulate a fist in giving him his first and most probably best blow job ever. Squeezing his balls and. . that's much better. Proceed with my pleasure girl!" He orders.And again, I grasp the brush and begin ramming it hard and fast into my throbbing cunt. Pulling and pinching on my nipples as I do. My head falls back and I hear myself moan, my lust growing and my need to cum building. I can feel my juices seeping from my pussy, sliding over my ass, to drip onto the padded seat of the vanity bench below me."Go lay on the bed, the light is better there. But leave the brush inside of you!" John-Paul.