I felt my anger rise. "Why do you have to be such a bitch to me? I never interfere with your stupid boyfriends."She continued to laugh.I felt like sho...ting at her and then I just stopped. "Oh wait. Desi you've never even had a boyfriend!" I bursted out laughing.Her laugh immediately stopped and she narrowed her eyes at me. "You don't know if I've had a boyfriend or not. Besides you don't see me bringing any guys home."She stood up and ran out the room up to her bedroom and shut her door. I felt. He's fighting with all his resolve to not thrust into her. He lets her set the pace, knowing she will reward his patience. She slows her movements down, mouth tightening around him. She drags out each motion, tongue massaging his sensitive underside. She adds more pressure when sliding up, sucking harder around the head. The taste oozing from his tiny slit is delicious and she wants more, stroking him as she savors it. From the corners of her vision, she can see his fists balled up, gripping. ” I straddle her on the bed, ensuring she still has one hand to continue on her pussy and one to pay attention to the throbbing member in front of her face. She moans as my cock enters her throat and begins to slowly lick, suck and caress my cock with her tongue. She is an excellent cock sucker, and the best thing is she can’t get enough of it. She continues to give one of the best head jobs of my life - there have been plenty too. She sucks the entire length to the base of my cock without even. ”She gasped. But she shoved the paper in her pocket.I went and found Jennifer. She and Mary were laughing so hard they were in tears. Mary had told her about what we had done. Jennifer gave me a look that said everything - an ‘I would hug you and give you a huge kiss if I could’ look. I returned a look which she fully understood as well. It dawned on me that this connection we had was deeper than just the act of sex. There was something going on here. It scared me a bit by its intensity. And.