Julian turned forward to focus on Connor’s car ahead of them. They were on their way down to Connor’s family’s beach house for spring break. Jul...ian Pella was just happy to be invited, as he was a bit more on the periphery of the friend group.The guy on his left was Anthony Peterson, a long haired hippie who provided most of the gang’s pot. Behind him sat Frank Smith, Connor’s nerdy roommate. He didn’t hang out with them much, but when he did he proved to be pretty fun.Julian thought about what. He feels her heat and his need rises to take her. Thrusting his pelvis, Christie shifts to render his movement useless. She smiles coyly and says, “You may be my boss, but when you are in this position, I'm running this show, Mister.” “Well if your going to run this show, let's run it. I need that hot cunt of yours! And, I need it now!” “ Patience, patience … I have matters well in hand,” she giggles as she rises up and bringst his cock to her entrance and then she sinks down, as Edward teases. They place a collar around my neck and orderme to kneel at their feet. I cannot refuse." And what does this stranger do with you?" you had asked."Whatever they wished," Bridget had laughed. "But that is just afantasy, nothing more."You know that this knowledge of her fantasies is like a cheat code. Youshould politely make excuses and move to another part of the club. Butthen another thought contradicts this, if you do not take her thenanother surely will. Bridget will cheat on your friend. My hot, panting breath now on her ear. If she was anything like me, this would be a spot. My lips parted, and wrapped around her soft lobe. "Oh!" she whimpered pressing down on me as I tasted the metallic ring. My teeth closed down gently, nibbling on her ear. She felt like electricity. I pushed against her still as she slid on me aided by the ever moving ocean. Our bodies panting, heavy with desire and want. Our movements were deliberate. And then, everything shifted. Through the humming of.