"Hot!" Tiffany screamed as her insides were filled with his warm fluid. She almost tried to buck him off of her but he put his whole weight down. She ...arched her back and twisted awkwardly while they were still connected at the waist. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she collapsed on the floor in a heap. Her chest was rising and falling visibly as she gasped for breath. It was covered in shiny sweat.Adam was soaked in sweat too. His wavy hair was darker and stringy instead of fluffy. He pulled. His sickly sin, he believed, was a condition he could never rise above, but even despite this fact, he assumed that moral living was something worth achieving, and it became a condition he could live with—not to be better than anyone else, but because he wanted to define his existence by becoming a saintly figure—to do good deeds, to have a compassion that exceeded the trappings of luxury and easy sex, to save the world—as that was, at one time, his primary aim.But after lifting himself off of. There was never and pretense about making love, it was always about sex and pleasing whomever you were with. Intense is the best word to describe it. I loved it and by their reactions and their increasing creativity with toys and different positions made each afternoon great fun. I was their fuck toy for their and my pleasure and while I got tons of pleasure from them, I also provided tons of pleasure for them. A slut fuck toy, yes, and they also told me my tits, ass, cunt and mouth were their. I chose a small lipstick-shaped one that was perfect for reaching the sweet spot on my clit hood; Tiff chose an insertable that was twice as long as her usual brush handle.The two toys almost harmonised with each other, with the higher and steadier vibration from mine alongside the lower tone from hers. The sound changed slightly from time to time as we adjusted the position for a better feeling. I can't tell you what a step up it was from just fingers; I frequently had to lift it away to stop.