Soon as less and less cum oozed out of my cock, brads rhythm also slowed, until he finally stoped and gently raised himself of my now softening cock. ...Once he was fully off of me he moved his ass towards my face, cum dribbling from his hole, until he was over my mouth, where he gently lower himself down, until my tongue made contact with his very loose hole. I began frantically licking his hole, trying to remove as much cum as I possibly could, swallowing as much of my sweet delicious fluid as. Then climbed in bed. She tossed and turned, finally getting up way too early for work. She hadn’t slept more than an hour and that had been full of dreams, dreams where she had run from a monster that haunted her with a gleaming dagger. Dreams about running from him and into Nick’s arms. He had held her, caressed her until she was naked and needful, her body writhing against his as she begged him to take her. Then he had simply turned her around and she was in front of a room full of uniformed. There is a pretty clear hierarchy for social events. Think about the pig roast last summer.”“What about it?” Sarah asked.“Who came up with the idea?” Matt inquired.“Susan,” Sarah said.“Rick,” I said at the same time.Sarah turned to look at me.“He did!” I insisted.“He did,” Matt confirmed. “He and Eric were talking about how much fun a pig roast might be. Four days later, Susan took the idea and ran with it. I mean, I don’t think anyone made him feel slighted but I got the impression that he. ’ she said, taking the glass from my trembling hand, she downed the contents in it in one gulp and threw it on the sofa. The ice cubes s**ttering everywhere. Turning to me, she brushed her soft cheek against mine and purred into my ear, ‘I love the taste of vodka on a man's lips.’ Then she kissed me. Violently. She squeezed my cock and dug her nails into it, making me almost come in my jeans. Taking my hand, she put it on her ass and held it there. ‘Squeeze me, squeeze me hard.’ she told me. .