“It’s ok.” Em said. I went back to licking her and moving my finger back and forth.Like I said before I’m no expert. My efforts were clumsy an... uncoordinated. I was licking, kissing, and fingering for all I was worth. As my finger started moving more freely in and out of Em I added a second one. This stretched her about as far as she could go. Her groaning and twitching increased as her body told me what she liked. More and more we found a rhythm. Her juices covered my hand and face. Her taste. My body quivered, the orgasm coursing through me."Cumming from sucking a dick, you really are a slut," he mocked."Yes, sir. Your slut." I replied, but his plunging spike muffled my words. I was struggling to get air in-between thrusts, but even when was pulling out there was still at least an inch in my throat. I was dizzy. He was driving harder. Sweat was dripping off of him onto my face. His balls thumped on my chin. Suddenly he thrust all the way in. I gagged and tried to pull back. His. The first time she looked up and saw me, she looked a bit gobsmacked and said, "Coffee, tea, or ... something else?" The last was accompanied by a little shake of her hips.In my halting Russian accent, I said, "Eh ... the coffee please ... a venti."When I got my coffee, under my name in the same black marker were written her name, phone number, e-mail address, a street address on Astor Place, and the words "I get off at 8." Such thoroughness was appreciated as I had not yet acquired a phone or. She didn’t fancy double entry. She’d seen that on YouPorn and thought it looked gross, couldn’t imagine it was as fun as the girl moaning in the middle made out. The next one she saw, she was convinced was really, really not enjoying it, and she looked about fifteen! She’d had nightmares about that after.So, yes, that’s why she was insisting. She knew Marcus would have happily taken her behind the bike sheds or somewhere; but her neat, logical mind had concluded that John was experience, and.