Ugh, what the hell, she thought to herself. First he stands her up with a really lame excuse, and then he dream-fucks some other girl? What the hell w...s his problem?Hailey got up and put her clothes back on, deciding she couldn't stand to spend one more minute with Clay. He was probably faking being asleep anyway, to get out of having to explain why he had said another girl's name during sex. As she closed the bedroom door, a flicker of doubt and remorse escaped to the surface, but she quickly. Rolling slowly to his side, he cushioned her head back on to the pillow and rolled to rest between her legs, his mouth going to her neck, and his fingers caressing beneath her arms and up over the sides of her breasts. He saw her stir lightly and her legs move against his, but still she slept on, even as his mouth went to join his fingers atop her breasts, coaxing her nipples to an aroused state of seemingly-painful tightness. When his hand moved between them to part the seam of her vulva, her. “Or, my mouth! Yeah, you were pretty much melting with enthusiasm, when I was taking you in my mouth!”“So,” I continued, “Why don’t we see how I do, at returning the favor!”“You want to suck me?”“No, not exactly. What I want to do, is make you melt, make you scream with pleasure, as close as I can get to how you destroyed me. It only seems reasonable that, if you can reduce me to a quivering mass of post orgasmic goo using only your mouth, perhaps I can give you similar pleasure, with my. I was actually starting to enjoy servicing him when the shorter guy climbed behind me and pulled up my skirt. He could clearly see my erect cock through the lace panties and commented on how I must enjoy being a woman. Then all of a sudden he yanked down my panties and spit on my ass. I realized what he was about to do and wanted to stop him but there was a part of me that was really enjoying it. He worked a finger into my ass, then two. Soon he was reaming me with three fingers. He was.