It was hot, but it was so sweet that it made his head spin. He hoped that there was more. So to help it along he started sucking again. When Steve fel... the renewed sucking it was all he could do not to yell out. But instead he just piston his cock into those lips like a battering ram. When he shot his third load it just sort of trickled out of the head and the electricity in his back kind of ran out with it. But he gave one final thrust to be sure there was no more and then he just leaned over. “Well, come over here by the fire and warm up.” He handed her his bottle of rum. “Take a swig of that. It’ll warm you up real quick.”Beth took a drink, which caused her to cough and spit. Determined to show her friend’s dad she could handle it, she took another swig, which went down much easier. It felt nice and warm in her belly.It wasn’t until her third drink that Phil thought to take the bottle away, “That’s plenty, there. Don’t want you getting sick on me.”They sat there for several. His ears were too small for his head. ‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Something of a Casanova, are you?’ He asked. His voice was high-pitched with an obscene wheedling quality to it. I didn’t like him, or trust him one little bit. ‘Who are you?’ He chuckled, ‘Call me Tiny,’ he said, as if it were the funniest of jokes, like maybe you’d call a big fat guy Tiny for a nickname. ‘Who are you, Tiny?’ I said, trying to put scorn into my voice. The music, the mindless monotonous drumbeat of the dance music seemed. All at once you could tell the big dick bastard was about to shoot his load, as he started shooting I thought she was gonna come up off that seat as she started moaning over and over" oh my god i'm cumming" please don't stop, oh please don't stop, finally after he shot what seemed like a pint of cumm in her he pulled out, with a wad of cumm like you've never seen running down her ass. before she could say a word another had got between her legs and was steady putting the dick to her, as I stood.