I pressed him against the wall and pulled his T-shirt off, admiring his body. His belly bulged ever so slightly, but his skin was soft and milky white...beneath his shirt. Soft like him. I pressed against him, feeling his cock like a giant rope beneath his pants as I pressed my skin against his. “What are we doing?”“I don’t know Mr. Morrison – something you want I think?”“Daniel,” He replied, “My first name is Daniel – and yes I have wanted this. I’m so sick. I’m so sorry.”“No,” I replied running. He knelt on the bed next to her head and she wrapped her fingers around his cock and slowly rubbed it. She looked up into his face and lustfully smiled as she gently tugged on it and he moved closed. His finger wrapped around the back of her head and he drew her head close. And as her lips parted he guided his cock into her mouth and slowly started to fuck her mouth. In her exhausted state she could only lie there as the two guys used her sloppy cunt and mouth. She softly moaned as their cocks. When his hands moved from the outside of her thighs towards the inside she spread her legs allowing him more access. She could feel her wetness now knowing that it had soaked through her panties and was now seeping into the crotch of her pants. As his hand brushed across that wetness her moans turned to groans. She was losing all the sense she had, and was now only operating on instinct.It did not matter that she had just met him, all that mattered now was his hands, her body, and what she. I wasn’t sure at first if I was being too bold but I wasn’t really thinking straight. Women said men think with their cocks and now I finally understood in the truest of sense what that actually meant. She went into her room but didn’t close the door. I pushed the door open and saw Charlotte unbuttoning her blouse. She spotted me on the large mirror mounted to the wall and cast me a sly grin. When she peeled away the white fabric from her skin, she revealed a pair of breasts cupped by a lacy.