The wet sucking sounds inside my pussy as your cock pulls out and thrusts in... the slapping skin as our bodies come together, the pounding rhythm of ...our balls slapping me with each thrust... our ragged breathing and moans and grunts of pleasure. Fast, hard, primitive need rages through us, pushing us closer to the edge of release, blocking all other thoughts from our minds. The intensity draws us faster and faster, higher and higher until I can feel you clenched up, so close to falling over. One of the other guys stood next to the bed and took her head and pushed her eager mouth onto his cock. They got a good rhythm going and as she was fucked back and forth one cock would fill one end of her as the other was slipping out of her. She was a greedy spit roast slut. Then Tom pulled out, got her to turn over and filled her puffed up red pussy again with his black cock. She lifted her legs up and got her heels on his shoulders so she could get as much of him inside her as possible. She. .UGHH…” Spurts of warm, salty watery spunk ran down my throat and I lapped it up, sucking and rubbing, making sure to milk him dry. I pulled his cock out and slapped it across my face a couple of times before finally licking and sucking the tip for the last traces of his man juice. I sat on the floor looking up at him with a twinkle in my eyes as I wiped my mouth. He was looking back down at me with a smile and a glimmer of love in his eyes. He helped me to my feet before putting his. Tom said, ‘I thought you’d changed. What were you doing in there?’ Pushing both hands into her back pockets, Hannah looked down, bit her lip, and said, ‘I need money. I have to get to Vegas and clean out my bank account before I can start over. I don’t have any ID.’ ‘How much do you need?’ said Tom, pulling out his wallet. ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Is there a bus station here?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Where are you going to sleep?’ ‘I don’t know.’ Tom’s anger returned. ‘I’ll tell you where you were going to.