We both were sweating a lot and her t-shirt was almost translucent now. I kept staring at her boobs, I think she might have realized what to expect. I...told her that I was going to tell mom about her smoking habits, these words had more effect than I had anticipated, she started pleading me and was on the verge of crying, she said she would do anything I want her to do. She started crying, I approached her from behind and held her tightly. She furiously asked me what i was doing.I told her she. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, but I'm straight. You're the first woman to call about it." "Yeah, I'm a woman. I'm Christine. And you are?" "I'm Brian. So you think you might want to be my cum-sponge?" He didn't sound so dominant, and Christine was feeling hesitant again. "I guess so," she answered. "Well, okay. When do you want to do it?" "I don't know. Any time I guess. Whenever is good for you, I suppose." "How about now?" he asked. "Now? I. What happened then?" "I twisted my fingers in her red hair, and I began fucking her face with my cunt. She liked that. She's a slut too. We love to cum together. She was finger fucking her pussy while I was forcing her to suck my cunt juices. I was so fucking hot. I almost screamed as I kept cumming. But we have to take care, don't we lover?" "Yes, we do, Private. Go on." "I wanted to taste some of Donahue's cunt, so we twisted around. I was on top, and my fingers were tickling her slit,. She took a minute to recover after which I stood up again, still hard as a rock. She sat up but didn’t continue from where she left off as I thought she might, instead she stood up as well and stepped behind me. As I went to turn around she gave me a quick sharp nudge which forced me to bend over and stop myself from falling by putting my hands out on her bed. When I tried to stand up again I felt a hand on my back telling me to stay down, with which I looked down between my legs. As I did.