The dildo was on the nightstand, glistening with wetness. I didn't see any blood on it, and I slowly sat up. My butt was wet and I knew we'd have to c...hange the sheets. I took a tissue from the box and slowly wiped myself, then looked at it. One corner had a spot of pink, but there was no evidence of significant bleeding.Nollie was sitting next to me, and I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. We cuddled and kissed for a minute. I felt weak in the knees and my pussy and the surrounding area. "Haha, oh wow, Jon thats okay you're so sweet and innocent," she said."Yeah Jon its OK," I said."well you've never had one either!" He fired back at me.Now I looked down at the ground while Angela started giggling even more. "Well which one of you wants a blow job more?" said Angela, and Jon and I both stopped laughing and looked at her to see if we heard her correctly."Well, which one?" She said. "Definitely me," I said. "No, I want one more," said Jon.We were at her apartment and walked up. “I’d have you suck my cock,” he murmured lazily, “but I’d probably come too fast—the idea of you bobbing up and down on my cock makes me shake—and then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you again.”I gulped.“It’s a shame,” he said casually, leaning over my body and staring hard into my eyes. “I should really take advantage, with this being our last time and all.”I hated how he said that. It was sarcastic and just so Patrick. I wasn’t sure why he was suddenly so interested in fucking me, and I didn’t. After very long minutes passed Fawn’s legs tightened around the man’s head and she gave a sudden movement. Everyone heard her sharp cries as she released her passion into the man‘s mouth, and her limbs fell slack. The man’s eyes never left her face as he pulled himself up and crept back into the bed, his huge hands caressing her body. He was still dressed. Suddenly, the four voyeurs present were well aware with a dawning horror that she would want herself entered and filled after her orgasm. .