He pushes two fingers inside me and slides them in and out slowly while his mouth expertly seeks out my clit and sucks it gently. he begins to thrust ...his fingers into me with more force, sucking me harder, demanding that I come for him. And I do. I rip the bed sheets wildly as my back lifts off the bed, reeling in ultimate pleasure. I bite down on his fingers to contain my cries, but one always escapes…its too much for me. Only he could ever make me come. I feel his lips move up. I suck and swallow her juices, I want to swallow his come, I want to suck his come out of her. We move around, they are standing, kissing, I’m licking and sucking on his cock, she is guiding it into my mouth, I have my hand around behind her, feeling for her ass, finding it, he is lifting and rubbing and sucking and burying his face in her large soft breasts, I want his cum in my throat, I want his cock in my ass, I want to fuck her ass…we lie back, take a break, softly kissing and fondling.. I blame you completely." We both laughed. After a long pause she asked,"What are you wearing? As you sit there at your desk?" I grinned" I happen to be wearing a nice tight pair of bollocks." It took her a moment to understand what this meant, but then she laughed. She then twiddled her eyebrows at me questioningly. You're wondering if I'm excited right now?" She just smiled and put the tip of her thumb in her mouth, eyebrows arching.I pushed back from my desk and slowly stood to show her my. They ended up a liquor store.The athletic, white man got out of his vehicle and went inside. He remembered from their mission, that Hampton liked to drink gin. He, being a veritable midwestern white dude, picked up a case of Miller High Life. He also grabbed a bottle of orange juice as he wasn't sure if Hampton liked mixers, or even if he had any at home. He paid in cash. He hopped back in the car and drove behind the slightly older Black spy.Hampton pulled into his apartment complex and.