She simultaneously wanted him to stop, lest she pass out from the pleasure, and was glad she was restrained from clapping her legs shut or pushing his...head away. She knew that he knew her limits better than she did. He knew just where the edge was, and exactly when to take her over it. She came hard, and squealed in ecstatic agony. She continued to cum as he broke the kiss and lifted his head, still holding her ankles back, his lips and chin dripping with spit and cunt juice. And while she was. She crawled between her friend's legs, her big boobs swaying beneath her. “Because your cunt's like sandpaper,” Annabelle said. “Drier than the Mojave desert. No guy wants that. That's why you have to have him fuck you in the ass. Just ignore her butt and fuck mine, Mr. Finch. It's way better than even my pussy.”“No, no, he wants my ass,” groaned Juliet. She leaned her head down and licked at Annabelle's sloppy cunt.My dick twitched. I was still hard. I groaned as Juliet wiggled her ass at me.. “Shh,” he whispered. “We’re getting to know each other.”The pants were open. The silky briefs were pulled down.“Oh, God, are you kidding me?” she said as she beheld and then grabbed the cock.“Just an average cock,” he said.But she was focused on holding it in her two hands. “My God,” she kept saying.He stood up straight to pull off his shirt.She pulled on his pants. “Off,” she panted. “Get this off.”He laughed a little as he quickly stripped and kicked the clothes away. He stood before her,. S.a., united states of america, & within that being of a major metropolitan city, & then whereas I myself am having to practically, &/or possibly run to that being of my apartment of a unit's atmosphere of a place of residence so that I would not risk that being of the chance of possibly encountering some, or such of more nonsense coming from this one male character of a 'silence-of-the-lambs' movie-flick, or Hollywood, California motion-picture-production 'hannibal' wannabe being of the real.