"Yeah bitch, work that cock. Except a real dick from a real man," he told me. The smoothness of his dick, the length and width were that of a more mat...ure man. His dick was at least ten inches long and it was wide, but not so much that I was unable to accept it comfortably into my mouth.It was then that I felt someone behind me moving my legs apart and began feeling my butt. I could not see which one he was because I was more than just a bit busy at the time. His hands were cool and rough as. I couldnt recall a time my once virginal flower had been so ready, so moist. It had been you who had come to claim me so fully and totally. It was still you who I trusted so entirely. I couldnt imagine being with another man, really. There couldnt be someone else as sweet. You were whispering something in my ear about how I was all you could think about. How I cheered you up when you were sad and how you went to sleep with visions of my smile on your eyelids. I just looked at you, trying to. Her red hair fell gently over her breasts, and her curves were tight over her hips. She was slender, but not grotesquely slender to where her hip and rib bones were protruding. She was shaved, but everything below was glistening from the mess they made. Her legs were slightly shaking, still adjusting after one of her best orgasms.“I love you,” Gwen muttered. Rachelle smiled, “let me show you how much I love you.”Rachelle straddled Gwen on the beanbag chair, clutched the sides of her head, and. I sucked it and tasted the remaining cum that was still oozing out. The other guy was now jerking his dick and I felt the first wave of his load hit me after only a few seconds. He was cumming on my face while I had another dick still in my mouth. This time, I managed not to cum, but I was hornier than I had ever been. I reached down to begin jerking off my own cock, but Theresa came over and grabbed my wrist. “Oh no, that is not allowed,” she said. “You are only allowed to cum when a guy.