He let out a low whistle at the sight of my tightly trimmed pussy."OK. I won't." I watched him unbuckle, unzip, and unshuck his jeans and boxers. As h...is disgustingly erect penis sprang into view, I almost let out a whistle of my own."And if you find out I'm totally wet, it's not because of you, and not because I like this nasty, unsavory, and totally classless scene. I'm thinking of something else." OK." And besides, I'm always moist, so it's not like I'm turned on." He didn't answer, but. ...but believe me, that wasn't the last time that we had the pleasure of sharing the sofa with our pants round our knees. We never touched each other, though, we just liked the company. As wellas the open masturbation we shared, whenever he slept over, one of us would get the horn in the middle of the night or more likely first thing in the morning, and I'd hear the tell tale 'thumping' under his duvet as he was wanking himself off with his eyes shut....i'd do the same, secret wanking is a. Yes Mistress. Yes I liked watching my boyfriend fuck you.”“That’s better slut. And did you like it when I ate your pussy? Tell me how much you liked it.”“Yes Mistress. I liked it. I liked it a lot. You eat my pussy so good.” Sarah could tell by her breathing that Natalie had gotten close.“When you cum, I want to hear you telling me that you are cumming for ME. Tell me you are MY little slut.”“Yes Mistress. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh fuck. Ahhhh. I’m cumming for you Sarah. I’m. He'd thought about reserving a hotel room and spending the weekend there with Sam, but he knew they'd probably both feel more at home being able to fuck and play and run around naked there in the privacy of his house. Deciding that, they headed back to Pete's place and no sooner had they walked through the front door and locked it than Samantha moved into Pete's arms and pressed her womanly body close against him. She could feel the hard bulge of his erect cock pressed tightly against the mound.