Michael farted three more times before he let me stop sniffing his butthole.Michael chose truth so I asked him why he had made me smell his butt like ...that. Michael just laughed and said that he did it because he could. I chose dare again, and this time Michael had me suck his little dick. "Suck my dick," Michael started, "Until I tell you to stop. Oh, and you have to drink anything that comes out." I sat on the floor again, and Michael stepped over to me placing his dick in my mouth. I began. I feel a huge glob of your creamy spunk drip out of my dilated butthole and run down my dripping cunt."Oh fffuuuuck," you groan, and then lap at my split like a hungry dog, catching your cum as it continues to drip out of my helpless asshole and down my pussy. I feel your cock get even harder as I rest the side of my face against it. And very soon my asshole starts to flutter and close up again, I feel you seal your lips over my asshole, sucking gently. It feels amazing."Spread your cheeks for. You untie the ribbon at my left shoulder and the material slides away revealing my left breast and the nipple that stands ready begging for your attention. As your head dips down I lean forward and whisper softly, Ive missed you master. Your answer is your lips grazing around my nipple then pulling it up then coming up and kissing me full on the mouth. As you pull at one of my nipples I arch my back in response and try to deepen the kiss. Running my tongue over your bottom lip ,begging you. He had finished high school and was talking a year off to get some work experience with our dad. He was hands down my best friend growing up. We would talk about everything together. Even about Mr. Taylor. He and I look very alike. People would constantly ask if we are twins. He was only two years older but already looked like a man. Very fit and defined features, short brown hair and the same green eyes as me. My brother Dylan and I always used to pick up girls together. It was kind of our.