Part of my brain was still rebellious about what was happening. Resistance was futile. She forced her way to unlock my belt, and then she unzipped my ...ants. I plead to her with a trembling voice. - Please, stop! - Why? she answered with a grin. I had no answer to that. I was still holding her hands till she pulled my pants out with my panties. I was totally naked and vulnerable. I hided my breast with one arm and my pussy with my left hand. She leaned on my body and kissed my neck and blew. We smiled at each other.Griff palmed the white top of the bottle, opening it, and poured the pill onto his palm. Popped it into his mouth and shook his head back before an anxious, “Ah!”I watched him. Processed the contours of his deviated septum, oily hair and skin, high cheekbones, and clumped beard. The stained red T-shirt hanging on his previously thick frame. Remembered how many times we whored for addiction, then held each other through the night. Jesus, it barely felt real. But. They quivered even harder as she licked. She could feel them getting hard and full as her tongue slipped over the hot skin. Rick loved to have his balls licked.Paula lapped until Rick's balls was covered with a hot coat of saliva. Then she moved up to the base of his cock, running her tongue around it like she was licking an ice-cream cone. Paula took her time. She didn't want Rick to come too soon.Paula's tongue swirled higher and higher. She made sure that she took plenty of time covering. “Come on in,” Nick motioned. “Gin and juice coming right up.”“You get right to it,” Malik remarked. “Nothing wrong with that.”Malik took a seat on the couch as Nick poured a pair of drinks. The younger, more effeminate, host handed over a cup to his guest. “Enjoy,” he smiled. They sat there sipping and discussing race relations in the U.S. Over time, Nick had ended up fixing them three rounds. Of course, his mixology erred on the side of alcohol. They were both feeling the effects when Malik.