"Brenda was obviously referring to me rimming her boyfriend while he jerked off all over himself and I cleaned him up by eating his cum. I was embarra...sed and didn't really know how to respond to her.Brenda broke the silence, "Hey, don't worry, I loved it. I think it is hot to see two guys together. I just wish I could have been here. I'm going to admit that I masturbated to the video." Seriously?" I asked. Just thinking about this smoking hot girl masturbating to her boyfriend and me together,. Many times, that hard item is the bedpost. Really. Somehow, I perfected how to position my body over it. Do not ask me how. I just do it. The oval shape of it is absolutely perfect. The narrow point of the top allows for easy entrance. I can feel my fleshy curtains part and accept my oval bedpost with ease since it always got so wet. I loved the feeling of how my labia stretched to slip over it to accommodate its fullness. I especially loved how my lips folded over the indentation in the wood. .. Hubby's cock is twitching over there at hearing this humiliation!" Fuck girl," Rob went on, "Pull your pussy hubby's head over here to suck my cock hard to fuck you." I paused but brief-briefly disbelieving what I heard-but then did as I was told! All this trash talk, all their humiliating, thoroughly derogatory treatment made me so fucking wet! I wanted to be used! I wanted them to stretch out my pussy and make me their fuck bag! I loved the idea that I would always remember their cocks yet. Though her heart had gone out to all of them, it had never seemed as real as it did right now. He could’ve been shot. Or been a victim of one of those suicide bombings. Or… ‘Shell?’ He spoke quietly as he moved down the sofa to sit next to her. She continued to stare at her hands as if she’d no idea how they got there and he took the quaking mug from her and set it on the table next to his. With a finger gently under her chin, he raised her face so they looked eye to eye. He was shocked to see.