Sammy liked to spend Friday nights with his rather strange collection of friends. I tried to fit in, really I did. They ate pizza, drank beer and talk...d about professors, classes and other students.After the third week of observing my boyfriend interact with his friends, I felt comfortable, knowing that I was gleaning vital tidbits. There seemed to be genuine comradeship among them.Later, when we were in bed, Sammy admitted that it was not as it appeared. While he treasured the friendships he. But now I want in. I want to join you."Voldemort calmly observed his formidable nemesis with a thoughtful expression. To be honest, he had expected the boy to come barging in and initiate a duel to the death, but Lord Voldemort was instead offered the greatest weapon in the war he's yet to acquire - the Boy-Who-Lived himself. No mere child anymore, but a man, fully capable of rendering his most hardened Death Eater helpless in his wake, shredded to an inch of her life. Voldemort came to a. Every now and then my prick would protrude all the way to her mouth, allowing Jenna to make further use of her talented lips and tongue."Take it into your mouth again," I croaked a few seconds later. "I'm ready to cum now. Don't be scared. I'm going to shoot off in your mouth." I don't want that," she said."Don't worry; it won't choke you, Jen." Promise?" Promise."Moments later her tongue was dancing over the head of my cock again; I held off as long as possible, prolonging that feeling of pure. We rode the elevator to the eighth floor, still making slightly useless banter I tried to keep my eyes from starring at her lips, from wanting to taste her against me. I failed, and I think she saw, but I did not look away. It was too late for that. Her apartment was nice, well kept. She shared it with two other roommates, neither of which were home at the time. I walked over to the window, and looked down upon the city we had so recently been a part of. It looked cold, bleak, and yet still.