Then I’d feel something cold against my asshole, and I’d look and I’d see one of his friends was dabbing me with lube. I’d feel him slowly wor...k his finger inside me, and with my legs suspended and held apart, I couldn’t do anything to stop him (not that I’d want to). He’d work his finger deep in my ass, out, back in, out, dab more lube and then work his second finger in, and I’d start moaning around Sir’s dick, and that would make him pump deeper and faster in my mouth. I’d feel his friends. When you're hurt by someone who can't feel pain, you wish you never fell in love. Never in lust, never started talking, never meeting. You wish you could erase their smell so you wouldn't ever have to think about why you remember it so well. You wish you can't vividly remember how their arms felt and how they were once so welcoming.When you love someone who doesn't love you back, you are pathetic. You cry in bed while replaying your first kiss, first date, the time you fell asleep together. You. "I think you've got your own river going there. Can I swim upstream?" He laughed.I straightened up, clasping my thighs together, trapping his hand in my hot, wet grip. He could just barely wiggle his fingertips. A small, fast shudder raced through my body. "If you don't behave for a little bit, you're going to have a waterfall on your hands from my pussy," I said softly, relaxing my thigh muscles, I stepped away from his hand.He brought his hand up to his face and inhaled the sweet, pungent. I know she also wanted to get something in her ass. I went to her and spread her leg. Now I can see her asshole very clearly.I again positioned my self so that my face was top of her ass hole. Then I started licking her asshole. She was making some movement when my tongue was touching her asshole. Then I inserted one of my finger inside her ass. She again moaned a bit like mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . her moaning was making me more horny.I then tried to put two finger inside her but it was very.