She straddled my leg.“Zo?”“What? You notice there was no kissing on the pink cards. You can lick the back of someone’s hand or nuzzle on their...neck, but it’s up to second base blue before you even get a peck on the cheek or lips.”“I don’t think there was anything on the cheek.” I countered. “Plus, after three blue cards, we all forced ourselves back to the pink.”“Yeah, that’s why I asked if we were good.” Zoë reminded me. “We did that.”“That? Oh, true.” I smirked. It was uncommon seeing such. You wrap your legs and arms around me and slam us together and, with a 6 inch long, but extra thick cock, I stretch you deliciously, getting exquisite sensations of tightness from your clenching sheath. Having slipped on a cock-ring with a mini-vibrator on the top, while attending to your perineum, each time I penetrate your depth I buzz on your clit. You experience one orgasm after another of gradually increasing intensity as I pump my cock in and out. After another 10-minutes, I feel the. "Don’t move," Marc said. "Stay." I did. I felt the burning of my skin, but now, also, my pussy throbbing and my hard nipples pressing against the table. "Do you want to tell me something, little one?" "No, Sir." "I think you do. Tell me about your pussy." I was blushing. I couldn't admit that his beating had aroused me. "My… my…" I stammered helplessly. "I am counting to three, and if you haven’t said it by then, it’s an extra five for you. One." "My pussy is wet, Sir," I said. He said “you drive me crazy. I am mad about you”. I told him too that I liked him since I saw him. As I said that, he came close and we kissed again, this time with ample involvement of our tongues.He put his hands on my sweatshirt and touched the bare skin on my stomach. It sent a chill down me.I knew where he was headed. His hands reached my back and with great precision undid my bra in one motion of his fingers. He lifted my sweatshirt to see my boobs and my hands went on his dick. It was.