She pressed her hands on my stomach to balance herself, and held her head to the ceiling, breathing heavily, letting out small whimpers of pleasure an... pain. It was obvious the pleasure overrode the pain. She was so tight, and warm. She felt like silken velvet. I held onto her arms just below her shoulders, keeping her steady. Then she raised her arms up and bit, and I took hold of her hips, one hand on each side. She looked down and gazed directly into my eyes. Her eyes felt me with pleasure. Krystal grew uncomfortable and I realised I was staring. "Um. What doI do? I read and exercise," I responded, face colouring as I turned tolook at myself in the mirror. My reflection showed a mixture ofsadness and melancholy. But also looked a bit... puffy. What the heck?I winced feeling an ache in my joints. And my breasts felt swollen. Ifrowned. Was I sick? I didn't feel a hundred percent."Read and exercise? Well that's boring. You have a television right?"Krystal asked. "I looked but. Glancing over at him, she smiled to herself. She knew by the look on his face that he erupted in his underwear.“I’m gonna cum on your tits.” Clay suddenly grunted out. He let go of her breasts, gripped his cock and started jerking.“Oh yes Clay, come on my tits.” Deborah grabbed her heavy breasts. Pushed them together and held them up to Clay’s throbbing cock.“Ah, ah, ahhhh.” Clay stroked his shaft hard until he blew on her chest.“Oh, yess!” Deborah smiled when she saw the thick streams of cum. .. but hadn’t she just declared her own intentions to fuck me in a stall?“Prepare to be eaten,” Tamara winked at her, making her giggle and blush as much as she could, “Of course, you could pay me back, if you can handle a bit of blood.”“It’s not bad. It’s just a little salty,” Jasper admitted.“Maybe a bit coppery, too,” I grinned, revealing that I had finally earned my red wings.“You didn’t! ... You did! Oh, my God! You ate Tamara out during her period, you, who got squeamish about fucking her.