We opened a door, hoping to find some peace and quiet, but unfortunately the room was taken by a couple already out of their clothes and fucking the h...ell out of each other; we laughed as we shut the door. I doubt that they even noticed us. We walked down the hall until we found a nice room, we shut the door and we were finally alone. She sat shyly on the bed next to me as we drank our beers, the conversation was slow and awkward, I started to say something about the couple next door but she. He made me hold my boobs together and he would alternately pinch my nipples and give me slaps to the face. The vibrator kept making me cum again and again. “Fucking MILF mom slut whore!” he snarled and spit on my face. “You fucking sluts live to ignore ugly guys like me. Now I have money and you’re going to fuck me like you fuck your tennis pros!” he said. I had come in the room and he almost immediately ripped off my clothes and had bent me over and spanked me. Before I knew it I was on. “Nuclear power is nothing when compared with pussy power.” She had to smile. She was the one who felt afraid but she was actually the most powerful person there. Suddenly Jerome’s hand alighted on her shoulder. She hesitated for a moment and it was all that he needed. His lips pressed against hers and suddenly she felt his hand at the back of her neck and eager fingers seeking out the zipper. His lips were warm and soft. She hesitated again and suddenly his fingers began to tug her zipper. She allowed herself to be pushed back onto the carpet and her thighs to be opened wide. She felt the hot sticky ooze of Darren's cum running down over her ass as his fingers spread her petals apart. She felt his cool breath as his face closed in, and then his tongue eagerly devouring the cream pie, the sound of his lapping filled her ears. She frigged her nub as she sensed his tongue entering as deep as it could to retrieve the nectar. She was on the brink and riding a huge orgasm, one that she.