.., it's fucking here somewhere..., you'd better come in."As she tore around the lounge lifting cushions and magazines she said, "Fuck..., perhaps you...could ring it?" Isn't it faulty?" I said."Fuck..., yes of course."My god, she was hot! Long athletic legs, a tight ass, firm waist, A-Cup tits, gorgeous oval face and long black hair in a ponytail to her waist. "Listen, I'm sorry miss but I've got another six..." Here it is," she said, holding it out."Have you saved your data?" What?" Your data -. .. after cock... after cock...and now... it's taken nearly fifteen black cocks... until you can finallycum... as they all stand around you... laughing at you... ridiculingyou... and mocing you... for taking so fucking long... yelling at you...that it's because you must like... sucking dicks... especialy blackones... and that's why... that's why it's taken you so long... to cum...so that you could drag it out... and prolong your own pleasure... for aslong as you could.... enjoying the taste.... I found the Captain up on top of the gatehouse overlooking the broken drawbridge. He wasn't thrilled about the situation but was very careful to not actually blame me for the mess they were now in. The drawbridge was down with no way to get it securely back up and the portcullis had received only token jury-rigged repairs. Best guess it could hold for about three minutes. His appraisal was frank, but not inaccurate. In short, when they attacked we could hold the gatehouse for maybe five. God this was wrong, but it was so good, too, wasn’t it? It was what she’d had in the back of her mind all these weeks, what had run through her head this morning as she fingered herself with a vision of Tom’s cock inside her, what she’d tried to forget while punishing her body at the gym. She sucked on his tongue and pressed herself as hard as she could against him. Tom felt the wrongness of the situation, but, Brin felt so good, so hot against him and the taste of her mouth drove him insane..