Like, a lot. I like to not learn their names. I like to dominate them then not call them back."Chris looked to the ground in thought. "Do you like to ...urt them?" He asked me. "Do you feel happy or proud when you see what happens next? Do you care about their feelings at all?" I don't feel good, no." I answered honestly. "I feel guilty. I wish I could stop." Then I wouldn't say you're a fuckboy." Chris informed me. "They take what they want and don't care about the consequences. They don't care. I moaned, "I'll cum soon."Kate squeezed my cock-head and my urge to cum stopped, but not for long.After our kiss she said, "I won't stop you next time."I moaned “Oh fuck oh FUCK.”She climbed off from me and we changed back to missionary. God she was wet and soaking the bed, and HOT as hell as I slid back in, and I knew I would be Cumming real quick.Then Kate said, "Ben, Fuck me HARD!"I knew from how she said that I had to change gears, soon my butt was a blur. And in just a couple more strokes. "Toni could feel a churning in her tummy that was becoming more and more intense. She could feel her panties getting soaked from juices seeping out of her pussy. Her sensitive nipples pressed into her bra.Toni almost gasped when Mary unfastened Scott's trousers and out popped his engorged manhood – bigger than anything she had ever seen. Without hesitation Mary wrapped her lips around his shaft and took him deep into her mouth. Toni had only sucked one guy in her life, but he forced her do it,. I slipped out of my brassie and dropped my knickers, kicking them onto the chair, picked up the wine glass and downed the last of the bottle, thinking ‘Fuck I have drank a full bottle in under one hour.’ Climbing into bed and turning off the bedside light, the room was only illuminated by the raw sex on the TV. I tried to masturbate as I was feeling randy with the visuals and the wine, but tiredness was taking its toll, so I switched off, turned on my side and dozed off. I was dreaming I was.