He played with my other nipple with his fingers, rolling it back and forth. I tried to undo his shirt but he grabbed my wrists and pushed them against... the wall too, he played with each nipple, teasing them with his tongue. "I've been wanting to play with these tits for so fucking long" he groaned, he stood up and picked me up; he walked over to the desk and lay her on it.She waited anxiously as the only sensation she could feel was his hot breath on her neck and the outline of his hard cock. "What's up Benson? You've been quiet for the last 20 minutes." Sam said as they left the club."Just thinking." Thinking about what?" Us." He told her, holding her hand."Did you see some of the looks we were getting in there?" Sam laughed. "They looked like they seen a ghost or something." She continued to laugh."It is kind of fun." He agreed as they got into a taxi."You said your mom works the nightshift nowadays, right?" Sam asked."Yeah, that's why she won't be home when we get back. She works. The problem is, will you be able to keep it for that long?--well…i will try…or I will shorten the time intervals between each position or…i can go slower. What do you say?-Actually, after many sessions of violent fucking, slow sex was no longer enjoyable for me. So I said,-no, do not make it slow. You can shorten the time intervals if you must--so, let us start. 1st, pretzel position-He positioned me to the pretzel position. Then he started fucking me, squeezing my right boob with his right. It was more of a "Dance with Rob and see how Becky reacts" kind of thing – a way to gauge her interest in me.The high point of the party was the huge favor that Ben did for me and believe me when I say I was under no illusions that what happened wasn't because of Ben. He crashed the party and caused a scene. Luckily I wasn't dancing with Becky when it happened. Ben stormed into the basement, saw Becky dancing with Bill Sheppard and tried to pull them apart."She belongs to me asshole! Get your.