The touch gave her a chill. At first she thought about removing her hand. Why should she drive herself on sexually while these men were providing all ...the ammunition for perversion. And yet no one could see her. What harm did it do. She moved her hand up, thumbing her nipple until it grew stiff and pushed up out of the soft dark red aureole. The effect was hot and electric. She sensed the tension in her body building once again. The tickle of her nipple had started those slick juices flowing. I was hungry for sex but he was too drunk. He mumbled something about Tyler being too drunk to drive and sleeping on the couch . . . then he was out and snoring.I was still drunk and wicked thoughts were creeping into my head . . . when I heard our bedroom door creak open slowly. Tyler was standing in the doorway. My heart was off racing again . . . what was he doing?He walked quietly to my side of the bed and lay down on the floor. He raised his two hands, beckoning me to come to him. "Are you. "Fuck me." Greg turned off the water, picked me up and carried me, in my dripping wet lingerie, to the bedroom. Once there, he dried off with a towel, propped himself up on the bed and ordered me to strip for him, nice and slow. I complied, then toweled myself off and climbed onto the bed and into his arms. "Fuck me," I whispered again. "First," Greg replied, "let's 69." And we did, a long, slow, delicious 69, until we exploded in each other's mouth. Now the time had come for him to fuck me. I. Her eyes opened wide as she realized what she was seeing. The bitch giggled and she moved closer to the action, stroking Jerome's black cock as he kept pumping it down my throat. The bastard Black Master laughed, as he redoubled his pounding on my poor throat; he made me gag on his hard erection, which was growing even bigger…He finally tensed his back and I felt his cock throbbing, as it exploded between my lips, filling my mouth and throat with his warm salty semen.I put my face aside, trying.