“God, you’re fucking gorgeous. Feel how fucking hard you are.” Libby’s fear was displaced by a surge of territorial anger. He’s not hard for... you! The smell of her cunt would still be on Jared’s fingers; she wondered if her friend were too drunk to notice. “God, I fucking love this cock,” Sasha gushed, wanking Jared with vigour and reaching down with her other hand to grapple his ass. “Then get on your knees, Goldilocks, and show me how much.” Sasha dropped like she was in sex-training and. If only he wasn’t such a dick, she thought, and laughed at herself as the warm water washed over her naked body. She soaped her ample tits, rubbing them all over, then took the showerhead off the wall and started washing her cunt carefully. I really am sore now, Gen thought. But at least the itchiness has gone… for now anyway. Once she’d dried herself, she remembered what the bus driver had said to her the previous night. Gen was short of cash on the whole, and the idea of a free pass appealed. Herarms curled around him as she moaned with excitement,her tongue tangling with his. His scent, a deep warm musk that was all man, envelopedher. She could feel him hard and demanding, rubbingagainst her soft form. Her hands were undoing thebuttons of his trousers. Impatient, Greg kicked themaway, ripped off his boxers and grasped her tightly. The full throbbing erection rested hard and hot againsther creaming centre. She looked into his eyes, fierceand determined, filled with lust. She was. A glow of stimulation held her mind. “Last night and earlier today, you were marking your turf when you fucked me. You wanted to make sure if Dan got into me on our date that he knew you had me first.” Greg palmed Laura’s cunt and they kissed. “I knew what you were doing, and I liked why you were fucking and marking me that way.” Laura gripped cock with her left hand, the hand with the ruby ring. “Look at my hand holding our cock. The only symbol is the one you gave me. You’re entitled to mark.