Peering into the dark I could see pink and red fibrous growths extending all around me and what looked to be possibly another entrance to another pass...ge on just the other side of the triangle. Pulling back I then thrust myself in further in an effort to lay claim to the far passage and possibly ascertain what lay beyond. I pounded myself into the wet darkness over and over again, feeling the moisture that seemed almost to boil out of the walls around me and pool against my underside. It was. .. Your tongue! It's... It's so fucking good... Yesss... Oh yes. Right there!... Don't stop...! Oh... You're going to make me come! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh! Oh!" Becky huffed as her hips bucked wildly up and down.My cock raged as I lost my self-control and couldn't help but gasp as Mom licked eagerly at my girlfriend's twat.Becky moaned in sexual delight while humping Mom's face fiercely, and I no longer could control my actions, causing my hand to reach for my rigid cock, and start to stroke. But when does it come more about satisfying her urges than training? How does that effect things?”“Ariel, that’s the right question. You will all need to get good at figuring that out. There’s nothing wrong with asking another whore to help you have fun. We all do: we all enjoy ourselves. But be honest about it. Especially if you are asking for training more than once, figure out when it turns from training to just fun. Make sure you and they are still interested. And if it’s fun, be fair about. Kimberley then finally took the head of my cock into her mouth, and the cock-sucking began. I was stunned at how good at blowing me she was. She started off fairly slow and steady, sucking cock like a loving girlfriend might, her head bobbing up and down in my lap as I looked down on her. But she would often look up at me, looking me straight in the eye, with my dick in her mouth.After a while, she changed it up. She began trying to deep throat my cock, occasionally gagging on it, but carrying.