My tongue danced with his balls as I sucked them. Releasing them my mouth returned to his cock, the head barely in between my lips and my tongue still...teasing it. I looked over at Stan, sitting on the couch and watching us. I smiled, told him he was next, and stood up. My hand stroking his cock gently, I looked Ken in the eyes and asked him a simply question. "Where do you want to cum?". He reached down and gently patted my pussy a couple of times. I turned toward the arm of the couch and. Having a bare, older man inside my ass. I can feel his hands on my hips fucking his thick cock in me pretty hard.Don't worry. I'm used to these cocks. I'm used to being rubbed raw and bred by these two beauties. Both were about eight inches. And knowing that if you add the cock lengths together equaled my young cock hungry age is my favorite thing. Being bred by older men.Then, my favorite thing happens. I feel the man behind me tighten up and shoot his load inside me. Grunting and heavy. It was heaven to feel his head stretching and forcing my asshole. Once his head had pushed its way through, he took an easy plunge and got as deep as our angle and the divider would allow. For a little while, I don't know how long, he just sat there, with his cock up my ass.Now, I like getting pounded, but I love it when a man takes my ass like that, penetrating me and then holding it. It gives me time to think. It gives me time to realize "I am getting fucked. I am taking his cock bareback. A. You may laugh and doubt that there is such a thing. But then, you doubted that there was a special place I could take you. You doubted that what I would or could ever give would be more than just sex.Before me you thought the word devour dealt with eating a meal when you were starving. I will teach you that devouring has little to do with food. My big surprise to you was that you could devour a moment in time.You could devour an event embedded in lust, swallowing a memory whole, intact with all.