Sitting the two of them down. As Cynthia’s rear end touched the sofa, she became aware of the tremendous need deep inside her body. She needed not j...ust his mouth, but all of him. The clothes were in the way, she realized. ‘I must get us out of these clothes,’ she thought vehemently to herself. Pulling away from the kiss, she reached for Robs shirt, fumbling with the buttons in her haste. Once his shirt was opened up, she ran her hands through the hair on his chest, thinking how wonderful his. ''Yeah that's it, enjoy that cock fag whore,'' panted the roughie. I reached for the nearby cocks exposing themselves to me, the men pinning me down and started tugging at their man meat, we held this position fucking together as another huge roughie walks around to offer me his massiveness to which I in a slut fashion, I eagerly started sucking on. I can feel my roughie rocking my ass into forbidden sensations as we fucked. ''OOH FUCK!! ''OOH FUCK!! I'M A FUCKING WHORE!!! I cried out. Lifting. I then pushed it up with theintention of squeezing it between my legs while I finished pulling up thepanties.When I squeezed my legs the second part of my problem, about which I hadnot thought until that moment, resolved itself.My testicles, as if they were waiting for a signal, feeling the pressureof my thighs introduced themselves into my pelvis disappearing frombetween my legs. When that happened I got really scared and quickly letgo of my little penis causing it to spring back to its. That scenario was way too embarrassing and I quickly dismissed the thought.I sat there and tried to think of a solution. It had to be one where the guy fucking Theresa died after his balls were crushed and then ripped from his body. Theresa had to somehow be made to feel that losing me was a bad thing. I could never physically hurt her in any way. I knew that with a certainty that prevented any contemplation of such an act. Even after what I had seen, I realized I would walk straight into hell.