...... noch viel besser als fingern.Zweimal hat er mich zum Höhepunkt gebracht, zweimal sind wir beide gekommen. Und meine Mom hat mir später erzäh...t, dass sie im Nebenzimmer alles mitbekommen hat, was erst mal sehr peinlich war für mich, aber da wir nun mal ein super Verhältnis zueinander hatten und über alles, tatsächlich alles, miteinander sprachen, war es auch bald schon normal.Normal war aber dann bald nicht mehr eines unserer nächsten Male -also zwischen ihm und mir. Aber was ist auch. We were there. I tapped on the partition. “What airline are we flying Sam?” I asked. “Ma’am, V.I.P.s do not fly on the airlines,” Sam told me, “We have a chartered jet waiting to take us to LAX.” “No TSA security checks?” slurred Kara ever so slightly, “I can keep my shoes on? No pat downs or strip searches?” “Only if you want one ma’am,” Sam said with a very slight grin on his face. The limo pulled up to a small Cessna 525B Citation six passenger jet. The pilot welcomed us on board as our two. For over an hour, Alex was fucked and he was fucked hard. In his mind, all he heard was the mantra from the recording repeated over and over again.He orgasmed practically every ten-seconds. His head began to throb by the time the second man finished loading fucking him.By the time the fourth man was pumping him full, Alex hardly knew where he was anymore. He moaned but otherwise lay there too weak to move. His mind felt mushy and somewhat distant.When number six was fucking him, Alex simply. Sooo delicious. But the night has just gotten started. As I slide that 10 inch toy out of me. I push my cummy wet finger into my gape...feeling my kegels pull my fingers deeper...So now I slide my thrusting g spot in me. As I unwrap a Lindt chocolate truffle over my wetness...as it slightly melts, my orgasm comes again. Covering my candy my cooze. I take it in. OMG....as it was just my precum on covering that chocolate, I shoot ropes of cum on the mirror... breathing hard.Several times.