Every second or two you flick the tip of me with your tongue and I feel my orgasm creep inches closer before you begin circling again. “Oh my god”... I say and it’s not very inventive but I’ve lost the ability. Your fingers slipping and sliding try to grasp my swollen core from all angles but it keeps slipping away from you. Undeterred you put one finger beneath it and another above, as you take it into your mouth and I lose control. “Fuck!” I say, except it doesn’t sound as it looks. It goes on. When my pants were gone she just stared at the bulge in my under wear. "pull it out and suck it!"She pulled down the band of my under wear exposing my semi hard cock and began licking it like a lolli pop.I grabbed her head and forced it into her mouth. " Don't fucking lick it. Take it in your mouth and fuckin suck it." I was getting into this but i figured, hey she wanted to be fucked like a party slut right. She started to get the hang of it and was sucking me really good. As a matter. Sometimes I was rejected, sometimes I was awarded. On every date though, I thought of Heather. There was a connection there, one that seemed so hard to break. At the end of the date, just when Heather had escaped my mind, and I was leaning in for the kiss from the date I was with, my phone would beep. Every time. There would be a text, a text from Heather. She wrote one of two things. Either a smiley face, or ‘I miss you.’ I prayed every night, sometimes crying, that God would take Heather away. They tried to be discrete in their lovemaking. Gentle thrusts, no loud slaps of hips slamming together. Kara couldn't help but cry out as her orgasm washed through her. She whimpered as she felt Mark's sticky semen coat her cervix. The penis slipped out. Kara rolled off and lay on her side, butting back and lifting her leg. Mark accepted the offer, sliding the head of his wet cock on her anus and labia in slow strokes until the penis began to soften. Mark then re-coupled into the vagina. They.