Kelly knew it was the only way she could cum with this guy and not scream out loud. With one orgasm out of the way, she started to work on him. Years ...f Kegel exercises were paying off for the both of them.They continued to kiss passionately, while unbeknownst to any possible nosy onlookers that Kelly was massaging his cock with her vaginal muscles. Soon enough they were both groaning into each other’s mouths. Kelly started making very small hip thrusts. It took toga-man over the edge. He. He almost toppled over without the use of his arms to balance, but another painful grab at his hair steadied him and turned him to face Smita, who was in the process of sitting up, grinning at him while she pulled her long black hair back into a bun.Oh crap! I forgot I agreed to ten each side from her as well.“You’ve stained the sheets,” she said, pointing to the quivering mound of congealed cum in the middle of the damp patch on the bed between her legs. “Clean them, too.”The fingers pulling. Why am I wasting my time? From now on when you refer to yourself, I want you to preface it with 'this pig'. For example, "This pig weighs 148 pounds. I also want you to treat me with respect, I want you to call me Miss Peaches. Understand?"Soccermom: (gritting my teeth and thinking bitch) "Yes Miss Peaches."MissPeaches: "Good piggy, now I want you to pinch and pull those slut nipples, to get them nice and hard and pointy for me understand?"Soccermom: "I understand."Soccermom: "I mean, this. I don't think about her like..." Bullshit!" she dramatically put one hand on his neck as if to take his pulse and the other around his cock. "You're still alive and your cock works just fine. No way you don't think about Rebecca like that. She's like a clone of me at seventeen, and you know it!"He groaned and wracked his brain for some kind of retort. With a flash of inspiration, he stared at one of the upstairs windows. "I thought I saw someone moving in that window," he said in mock alarm..