He pulled out to spit on me and went down on me. I was shaking and moaning from pleasure, and pulled on the bedsheets. I almost felt like crying from ...ll the pleasure. He stuck one finger at a time inside me, and I remembered texting him I never squirted before, and I don't think I can, but he fingered me faster and faster, and I ended up screaming and crying, and before I knew what was happening to me, I squirted everywhere, and I felt embarrassed wetting the bed and the guy. He went down on. ‘Fuck me you’re wet,’ he whispered, turned on. His left hand manouevered up my top and touched my breast. ‘Wow, babe mmm I’d love to stick my cock in those nice things again.’ He stroked my nipple and it hardened it immediately until it had the firmness and hardness of Tupperware. His tongue pressed up against the back of my throat. He kissed very aggressively and it got be all the more turned on. His moustache brushed against my upper lip and I loved the feeling. My chest was heaving at this. ” She led me over to the toilet, where she sat down and pulled me closer. I could hear the sound of my cum dripping from her asshole into the toilet. The sound was strangely hot. She pulled me closer and grabbed my cock in one hand, my balls in the other.“Let me clean you up.” Eliza started with her tongue on my balls, licking up the still sticky cum that had so recently been in her ass. She took several long licks along the shrinking shaft of my cock. It was coated with cum and pussy. That being said, I don’t make a habit of underestimating anyone. I’ve seen false accusations made by women ruin men much more powerful than myself. Knowing how campuses routinely trample over guys in favor of women, I made sure I let the admin know about the incident. That way, if something comes of it, at least I was the first one to approach the appropriate the authorities. Be on the offensive, not the defensive. It’s the better position to be. Alright, some of you think I’m exaggerating. I.