She’s rough to my gentle, not above leaving a mark. My hands fly involuntarily from my breasts to grapple with his T-shirt, seize his shoulders and ...sink my nails into his back. Inner bloodlust erupts. She snarls to be fucked and I’m forced to take everything he gives in response. The bite marks on my reddening neck lead down to the swell of my chest, lewdly exposed. His teeth connect with a nipple and clamp around the teat at Her insistence, while my nails claw at his back in delight. He bites. He duly complied and began massaging me around the neck and shoulders. His hands did feel lovely and so I decided I probably did need it and relaxed into his touch. Pete watched Simon’s hands - and my face - closely and smiled benignly. Simon suddenly chuckled. “What’s funny?” asked Pete, smiling.“You were right, Pete,” he answered. “She was…” and mouthed the word ‘wet’ silently in case the driver heard.Pete’s hand reached up my dress and he did exactly what Simon had done. I tried to squirm. Typical Brit, bespectacled, very hairy and stocky build, and an uncut cock of about 6.5 inches and thick as well. He was bi-curious. I got to know him through Whisper and had invited him to join the party.With only the 4 of us left outside, there was an air of sexual tension that slowly grew stronger until one of us decided we should all get naked and have a foursome. I think it was me just saying what was already going through everyone’s mine. With the cards all laid out we all chucked our. Clark..." "Sara" "Oh yes, Sara, you see I didn't mean anything to happened...." "And Carla just walked into your room and said, "Fuck me, Harry" so you obliged." He could see the smirk on her face and knew she was toying with him. "Ah Sara, you are pulling my leg right?" "Well, let's put it in some language you can understand. Judging from what I heard thru the wall last night, you gave Carla a.