I could not control any longer and i just pulled her face towards me and smooched her without thinking much. I placed my lips on her lips and tried to... open her mouth. She took a few moments to respond but eventually she leme slid my tongue inside her mouth and we started french kissing. My hands in the meantime started to wander around her thin waistline and her hips.After kissing like that for sometime i asked her to come over me. I was sitting and she climbed on top of me and we started. I use one hand to alternate between choking her and slapping her hard enough to hurt her but not distract her from getting herself off. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.” She says her voice louder than she should be in a library.“Not yet.” I growl, she wants to cum but she wants to be hurt at the same time. Her actions have sparked a sadistic side in me and I want to see her writhe in agony and pleasure but I want to do it personally and not from her grinding against my legs.I push her off of me catching. Matt walked in, saw my cock wrapped in the cold paper towel and said, “where did you learn that trick?” “Amsterdam” I said. The prostitutes would do this if you didn’t want to cum so fast. He proceeded to do the same. After a few minutes of telling Matt about Amsterdam we walked back into the living room to find Kat and Maggi still at it. Maggi was laying back on the sofa, her feet pulled up and her legs spread. Kat had all 5 fingers in her soaking wet pussy and right as Matt and I sat down her. The lust and affectionate amusement staring out at me through your devilish eyes causing me to grin in response.I blush lightly, the curse of being a fair complected redhead... and your smile grows... and you begin to saunter towards me slowly, each step bringing you closer to me and my heart begins to pound hard enough to deafen my hearing...I am on fire for you...You stop just a small distance from me... my nipples lightly touching the front of your shirt, and I look up into the eyes that.