“Please….” She rested her forehead against his, their lips brushing together, mingling their breath. “Please.” She panted against his temple... “What do you want me to do?” He demanded roughly against her tantalizingly bare shoulder, rubbing himself against the junction of her legs. “That. Again. Please…” Her words were disjointed, aching with need. His hands slid down her behind, sliding underneath her underwear to caress her in that most intimate place. She gasped, a light sound so heavy. She moved to another cock and was jerking one off in each hand now and I was to. As a guy said he was ready to cum we would back off and let him jerk off on our face then lick it off of each other and swap it back and forth in a sloppy kiss. A couple of the guys I was blowing didn’t tell me though and just shot it down my throat which I was fine with. Disappointing to all of the guys watching because they wanted to see the money shot. Finally about ten guys had cum and we were covered in it. I. She slipped off her dress, then undid her bra letting her perfect breasts free and looked at me smiling. i was getting hard again. my cock bulging out of my jeans and she asked me "did you take a shower yet?" i had taken a shower earlier in the morning, but it was an invitation, she still wanted more."oh, no. i should probably take one though huh?" i said"yeah, you should..." she said with a look of sex.i walked toward the bathroom, took off my shirt off and threw it to the ground. i entered. So at the end of the evening, we ended up at her place, and when she put her hand on my thigh I figured it was a go. And it was, and after some rolling in the hay (her brass four poster bed), we crashed. And in the morning, we awoke, and went at it again. And at some point, we got up and began to get dressed. And when we were both almost completely dressed, my body said ‘one more time,’ so I tore off my clothes and then tore off her clothes, and climbed on for another go round. And we were both.