I started to picture myself in my mind. What I looked like in this position. I was getting so turned on. I started fucking back on the cock in my puss.... My hand reached around the young black stud that was fucking my wanton mouth and I grabbed his muscular ass and started matching the rhythm of his cock invading my mouth. I wanted their cum. I was fucking and sucking like.....well I don’t know like what. But I do know I had never experienced anything like this level of pleasure before. They. We call it “the big boi” for a lack of a better term. This boi has gone all the way in and this boi has stretched out my pussy lips and has made them rather “elastic”. Meaning, I really think that I can take even a 4 inch girth. My pussy has been asking for bigger bois and I have been giving my pussy all the cock she wants. I noticed that the wider they get, the bigger pleasure I get . . . duh! Size DOES matter.) On to the continuation of my story. Well the basement continued to. The place was split into two levels, the walls and floor done in polished concrete. The first floor was a large, open room that housed an impressive bar, as well as the small stage where the band was. There were several cushy-looking chairs around the room, and a massive couch that could hold at least 30 people along the left hand wall. They were all done in a rich crimson-and-black print that Leina thought was probably very good for disguising stains.The second floor was mostly a series of. “Hard cock sliding across my belly, sweet kisses on my lips, delicate fingers rubbing my pussy. Yeah, I hate it!”“Well get ready for the next step. Have you ever heard of the sixty-nine position?”She thought a bit before saying, “Maybe, but if I did I can’t remember what it is.”“Okay, what we do is I lay on my back and you climb on top of me.”“Duh, we’ve done that before,” she said not letting me finish.“Wait, there’s more! You climb on top but then flip around so that your face is in my crotch.