He held his cock down my throat for several seconds until I started to gag. Laughing, he slowly pulled his cock from the depths of my throat, letting ...he head linger in my mouth and ordering, "Suck that head, faggot; work that piss slit with your tongue."He repeated this assault several times, each time leaving his shaft buried down my throat longer and longer until my gag reflex was defeated and he could fuck my face with long, slow, powerful strokes. I wasn't so much sucking his cock as. I struggle to swallow it all but manage to do so. I slowly remove his cock and lick it all over. He apologises for cumming so quickly, but I put a finger to his mouth. “Shhh... it’s okay.” He smiles. I then ask, “Can you play with my boobs again?” and he does so, massaging them, sucking on one and then the other. I put a hand inside my panties and onto my aching clit. I start to rub it slowly but then, as he bites on a nipple, I lose control and furiously rub my clit. I move my free hand down. As I did this, I began rubbing her pussy on the outside of her jeans. She squirmed under my touch. She immediatly moved and took of my shirt. I undid her pants and pulled them down, leaving her only in her bikini panties. I began to rub her ass as well. "I love your ass. You have a great ass," I told her. She was always self conscious about it. I loved the sight of her in nothing but her panties. She pulled my pants down, and took of my boxers. I moved down from her tits, and moved. She shakes her head no and as if to prove that point she grinds her ass into my throbbing dick. "Do you trust me?" She nods. I take the scarf from my back pocket and slip it over her eyes, tying it behind her head. "Will you do what I ask?" I ask her. "I..." she starts to say before my hand covers her mouth again. "I said be quiet. Will you do what I ask?" I ask again. She hesitates for a moment before nodding her head. "Are you sure?" There is no hesitation this time as she nods. "Don't make a.