"Oh god boy, that's damn good. I can't believe you're doing that. Keep it up boy. Suck my ass. I've been with whores who wouldn't lick my ass. That ma...es you a first class slut boy."After a few minutes of sucking his ass I moved back to his balls, sucking one at a time, slowly, listening to his moaning. Then I kissed his cock head once again and started sucking on it. His moaning started to get louder and louder. He ordered me to suck harder and deeper, and I did. His body started to stiffen. When he came out of the bathroom, I was still naked lying on his bed, spreading my legs. He saw me like that and said, “Looks like someone needs her brother’s love.”I said, “Only if you can give me more love,” in my naughtiest voice. He accepted the challenge and pounced on me mauling my breasts and kissing my lips.I had already started dripping, but my eyes were on the wall clock. I still had 18 more minutes, so I pushed him down and sat on his cock. It didn’t go inside me, but I could feel. Some of the guys hands were busy taking her clothes off. This went on for a long time and she was wondering when she would get a cock in her pussy and or ass. After an hour, she had already swallowed 5 loads, the guys seemed to have drifted off to shower. She was wondering why the guys had decided to take showers and change clothes. Keaton grabbed her hand and led her off to their room and washed up a bit. Zari made a bath for herself so Keaton said he was going for a drink and he'd be up. Dillon didn't get angry, he seldom got angry. It's only hurts your chances in bad situations, he believed. He'd learned during war that anger clouded your vision and slowed your reflexes. Even during the gun battles he'd been in since the war, he wasn't angry. Dillon became a cold, calculating man during those times of stress.The hand was draw poker and Dillon had an inside straight draw. No one had raised the opening bet so Dillon stayed in; it wasn't something he'd normally do but it didn't.