Wayland asked as he showed me to a large armchair. “Sure,” I answered. I had never had a drop of alcohol in my life. I always missed out on the ...arties when I was at school. And my parents were not interested in sharing their own until I was an adult. As Mr. Wayland began to pour, I looked at a large painting above the fireplace. It was a portrait of Mr. Wayland. He was standing in a heroic pose with his right leg raised on something as his right arm was resting against his hip. He was. Her heart and mind raced with anticipation. Amber also considered how she wanted the night to unfold. Would she let the encounter be totally dirty and allow herself to be dominated by the guy she chose or would she steer the events. Amber wondered if it would be more exciting telling Matt how she let herself be fucked in the back parking lot of a bar or to be taken to a hotel room and fucked repeatedly. She wanted to please Matt as much as she wanted to be please herself. She had never been in. As her hot breath slowly inched its way towards my dick, my heartbeat increased like crazy. As her head slowly moved down my body, it left a trail of wet saliva made hot by her breath. I could feel her close to my dick when suddenly she licked my dick tip with her wet tongue.I immediately grabbed her by her hair from the back of her head and pushed her face onto my dick. She got the hint and started to suck my 6-inch dick along its length. I felt my hard long dick go deep down her wet throat. She crawled into the bed near the pillows, and rolled onto her side so that she was facing the two men closer to the foot. She bent one knee, her fingers slipping between her legs to serve the dual purpose of taking the edge off her own need, and teasing her bedmates. Her baby-smooth nether lips let them see everything, as she left only a little tuft above her clit unshaven.Neil reacted first, having had more time to recover from feeding her his cum. He crawled between her legs, replacing her.