? Her legs were weary fromsex, the champagne continued its effect and now she had something heavy andmetallic feeling in her that threatened to come o...ut, but was supposed to beremoved only by him.?? She walked as bestshe could toward the door keeping her legs close together and her sex musclesas tight as possible.? Ringing the bellshe waited for the door to open.? Insteada voice on a speaker told her to enter and wait in the foyer.?? She stepped into a foyer bigger than mostliving rooms with. He sits next to her, laying against the couch, his cock still rock hard, a mixture of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan looks over her prone body, "Hey, you're not done yet. You gotta clean me up bitch." She stares. Lick his cock? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood? She shakes her head, "no way." Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the. She massaged the throbbing nugget with her palm and rubbed it between her thumb and fingers, until it was incandescent with passion. She moved away from the mirror, and stretched out on the bed. Holding her cunt lips spread open with the fingers of one hand, she finger-fucked herself slowly with all four fingers of her other hand, while her thumb swept back and forth across her tingling carnal button. She brought her juicy fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, tasting her own cunt juice. It. ”“That’s pretty awesome,” Rose said. “It’s almost like a big group house, all the bedrooms; it must be a fun place to live in.”‘It’s nothing compared to where we were, back when a bunch of us were at Uni,” I said. “We had three adjoining terraces in Erskineville, there were over twenty of us across the three places. The one I was in had a big studio, almost as big as the one here, above the rear garage, and we had a big entertaining area above the bathroom and laundry, we would set up trestle.