She would glide up to the tip of my glans and then slowly glide down until I was balls deep inside her like she could read my mind. I was doing pretty...well in terms of stamina earlier in missionary. Not that her pussy didn't feel amazing. And even with these rhythmic strokes of hers I was doing well. Here was the problem ... with the lights on I saw her long black kinky pubic hairs slick with that pussy cream I was describing earlier gliding along my shaft with each plunge. Of course I saw her. Dave has big feet, and for some reason he favours those Granddad-style tartan slippers with the leather soles. I realized I was about to get very well acquainted with this particular slipper. “Since this is your first spanking, we’ll do it over your PJs.” I felt a little disappointed, but a tiny bit relieved at the same time. I’d kind of always imagined being hand spanked, it seemed likely that a slipper would hurt a lot more. Having something between my skin and its sole might well be a good. She began sucking and slurping my rigid cock. She was doing more than sucking me off. Wendy was making love to my penis. Kissing it, licking it and mouthing it while mumbling and moaning. Even before she started to suck me I was on the verge of an orgasm but Wendy prolonged my cumming by backing off and licking the top of my penis which wasn't as sensitive.Finally she had another orgasm while sucking me, groaning as I also came. I filled her mouth with my hot seed. She swallowed it all. "I take. He took his dick out again and stuck it in my face. He said, and I will never forget this ever, 'suck it bitch!' I felt so degraded. But I started to suck on it. He was telling me 'up and down up and down.' He had his hands all tangled in myhair and he was pumping his dick in my mouth. I felt it was such a chore and I couldn't imagine myself ever coming back to his room after tonight. I remember thinking of the friends I could stay with. I remember having my head forced down on his crotchand.