“Mmm, keep sucking...” “You like that shit?" Becky asked him, as she licked the underside of his unit seductively. “Yeahhhhh...” She smiled....“You want this pussy?" Becky asked, fondling it. Larry smiled at her, knowing how bad she wanted it. As she prepared to ride Larry, a ringtone sounded. It was Larry’s ringtone. “Huh, what? Oh, that was a dream?" Becky said. “Fuck."Becky looked at her phone and noticed that Larry called. Soon after, a text came. It read:“Text me.”Becky got up from her. However, they hadn’t been as fortunate this time and they’d found the bathroom to be occupied. After awkwardly standing around and waiting for a few minutes, Rachel had declared that she was not going to be late to something again and she’d called the whole thing off. In a panic, Greg had hastily talked her into switching locations and had hurriedly ushered her off to the bottom of a seldom-used stairwell. Rachel had again submitted with annoyance, but more bad luck had struck as just as she’d. Her slender fingers were once more around my shaft before they hit the floor.Another little tear of pre-cum oozed from the eye of my cock and....... before I could do anything....... she leaned further forward and lapped it from me with her tongue. Then she slowly slipped my shaft as deep in her mouth as it would go.I gasped with sheer pleasure as her tongue lapped against the underneath of my cock. Slowly she began to fuck me with her warm mouth. Slipping it out until just the tip rested. I was vaguely aware of others around me, but I paid them no heed. I was to be with the man touching me, and so I was being a good girl; a good woman and a good wife. I had no feelings about being watched, I just felt that the finger inside me felt better than my husband's below average-sized penis, but this finger was a better lover than he ever could be. I whimpered and whined, begging him to get back in me, when the finger withdrew.As I was turned and felt the pressure on my back to bend.