It's no secret that I stay hard. I can't help it even if I wanted to. It's just girls are so hot and sexy now days and you see them walking around in ...those (single most greatest creation ever made) leggings/yoga pants all the time. But that's beside the point. So my best friend tell's me that he did some lines of this fine looking girl and got busy. He was feeling her up and down, kissing and licking, moaning and talking dirty to each other. The Cupid Baby was lighting them up with arrows.. I did like before, trying to push my ass back against that huge dick, to milk his semen out. Suddenly the cock came out of my ass and the one in my mouth pulled away at the same time. Then I had a dick spraying cum all over my face. The guy in my ass was quickly replaced by another thicker cock. It hurt going in and I winced and grunted. I was slapped again while a fresh cock was being stuffed into my mouth. Suddenly they took out the pillow and Jordan lay down and started sliding underneath. The next day, Steffan drove up to my house. I had decided to be a little brave as I was now twenty one and worn the shortest of my shorts, paired with an artfully torn tank top. I had actually applied some make up, a bit of eyeliner and gloss and taken five minutes to arrange my hair. I knew I looked sexy. Steffan gave me a once over and raised his eyebrow. He looked like he disapproved but did not say anything. I put some of my luggage in the back and then we were gone. *** After around three. Spencer, for bothering you at lunch,” Carl said. “But when I found out that the exquisite woman seated nearby was the wife of a colleague, I insisted he introduce us.” “Why thank you,” she replied. “Rudy has told me a lot about you, but he never mentioned that you were so charming.” Carl took the compliment in stride. “May I call you Sophie?” “Sure,” she said coolly. “Thank you Sophie. Your husband has been telling us that he’s designed a fragrance that will make women respond agreeably.