"I don't want to! I experience as much sexual saturation I can stand when you blast those intense orgasms through me. That's as much out of control as... I ever want to be!" You don't like me broadcasting my orgasms?" Béla asked, surprised and hurt. "I thought..." Wait, wait!" Jake said hurriedly. "I love everything you do. I just don't want to pass out from sex." Why not?" Béla asked. "It's fun! It's intense! It's what I..." She paused, suddenly uncertain of what to say next."It's what you live. Apparently he remembered what she said about what tequila did for her.As I turned to put the bottle on the counter he grabbed her hand she offered to him and pulled her up looking her up and down and told her she was hot as hell. She faked a blush and thank you, you look pretty good yourself. She tiptoed up and wrapped her arm around his shoulder and gave him a peck on the lips.She patted the sofa and said to make himself comfortable. He sat right without even looking around for another seat.. I was worried they wouldn’t want to be friends with me any more. Now I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about my mom. I love her. While she’s not the typical mom, I can’t imagine another one. She’s my best friend. I can tell her anything. And I mean anything. Unlike some of my friends mom’s she won’t judge me. She’ll give me her honest opinion before telling me yes or no. And yes she does tell me “no” a lot. After I turned sixteen we started having honest conversations about her career. Our breathing is heavy and coordinated, my breasts rising to meet his hard chest, and I enjoy the feeling of the hair covering him. He moves his hips slightly, I am aware of his penis pressing against my hip and I realize that a large drop of precum has settled on my thigh. I hope he will let me suck him so I can savour the taste of things to cum.The increasing urgency of our need makes us move at the same time, as his hand crawls up my inner thigh and settles gently, covering my swollen,.