Each time I kicked it harder than before. But all he did was relish in it, on each kick his face grimaced and his eyes shut for a second. But he just ...anted more; my last two kicks felt like I was kicking a steel pole, he just got harder with each blow.And then, I cannot put it into words, but a sudden change in me. As he smiled and I kicked, he just wanted more! I was getting tired but also found myself getting horny. Kicking his cock sort of aroused me. My pussy suddenly got wet, and I found. And she was quiet… I knew she was aching to see. I said give me a minute..stood up and walked to have a glass of water.. came back and stood in front of cam.. gently pulled my shorts down exposing my hard dick that swayed and stood erect in front of the cam… she said Ooooooooooohhh but kept looking at it… no sound for the next 10 seconds.. I gently stroked it and put it back inside and sat down… I looked at her and she was red.. I asked her to let the pallu down… she did without a word..I could. She slowly walked towards him, a half smile on her pale, red lips, and extended her right arm. She had cut herself again. The thin line on her slender arm looked blacker than black, against her ghostly skin in the dimly lit apartment. "This is the last time I use." "I don't care." He took a step to his left, to head to her bathroom. That's where she kept the gauze, tape and sterilized wipes he had bought for her. She grabbed his arm, shook her head and softly said, "No, you need me more." . My attention was broken by Roger asking me if I would like to suck his, which he proudly held in front of him, very hard now, and very big. I glanced at Peter, who nodded approvingly, whilst stroking his own now hard phallus.I knelt down in front of Roger, who raised his legs over each arm of the chair, and began to lick the long shaft, before wrapping my lips around the large mushroom head, and slowly sucking it deep into my mouth, each stroke lowering further and further until it touched the.