Finally, they came, her nails scratching perfect lines into his back, marking him as her fuck buddy. In return, he grabbed her breasts much harder tha...n before and squeezed them relentlessly, bringing her to a whole new level of pleasure. Her toes curled as she experienced one of the most mind blowing orgasms of her entire life. When they finished, he didn’t exit her and they just lay there panting and struggling to breathe, whole bodies quaking with the aftermath of their orgasms. Then Pia. She conquers my mental weakness and turns my body into a sexual robot. My hands touch my face, neck, chest, and crotch. My legs are antsy moving side to side out of anxiety. My dick is warm, blood filled, and ready for take off. I’m going crazy. I don’t know what to do. I’m trapped in this prison and my head is in the clouds. I need to make a move. I open my eyes to locate her. I want her to feel what I feel. Actually I want to make her feel better. I find her but she does not see me. I stare. At least to him. To Chris, Sarah was maybe his best friend in the whole world, apart from his twin brother Adam, and was certainly the best fuck he'd ever had in his entire life. But he just couldn't see her as a lover, not in a romantic sense, not in a way that made his heart skip a beat every time he thought about her. Chris was slowly realizing, though, that Sarah – just maybe – was starting to see him that way.And he was starting to worry that he might break her heart..." ... Chris?" What?". She moans softly. By now I am dripping wet, so hot. I have my my hands up my shirt. Playing with my nipples. I slowly run one finger around it, pretending it's him. Knowing I could be caught at any moment I stay quiet. Keeping my moans silent. My breathing has become labored and I feel as if they can hear my heart beat from across the room. It is becoming so hard to play with my tits with this huge t-shirt on. As I pull it off I look back at the intoxicating scene playing out in front of me,.