I made my way to my room, the salad half gone in big mouthfuls. I wondered to myself what this girl planned on doing with me, what were we going to do...? Were we going anywhere? Did she want to come to my shared apartment? Just what was going to happen? I shrugged my questions out of my mind, taking the last bite of salad, delighted to know there indeed had been bacon bits. Sometimes you have to take pleasure in the very small things. I decided to dress casual in dark jeans, fitted black t-shirt. Her clit bobs up and down in my mouth and I try to get her into my throat as many times as possible before the gag reflex kicks in. She knows I'm trying to push myself and she holds back her orgasm."I can't wait to tie you up and fuck your throat." we talked about this. I immediately imagine the reward for being able to be throat fucked by her. I want to have the rope tied around my arms and legs and take her curved beautiful clit deep in my face."I've always wanted to own a little slut like. I did and he pressed his hard cock to my lips (like they all did). As he started fucking my mouth he called me a fucking slut and let’s see if you can suck as good as she the real girls can. As he was fucking my mouth he was talking saying he would love to have the other (real) girls he fucks and I at the same time. I pulled off his hard cock looking up with droll hanging from my pink lips "I can suck much better they they can and will be the best fuck you ever had" He then pulled laid me on. John felt his wife adjusting her body until she was lying with her back against his chest. His lubricated shaft was easily sliding in and out of her ass.“Is he touching you honey?” John asked, his voice trembling with excitement.“Oh yes,” Jo said. “He’s squeezing my tits and pushing his….” Jo stalled her sentence.John suddenly felt a pressure against the base of his cock, the force moved along the length of his shaft.“Oh god, oh fuck yeah!” Jo squealed as she felt her pussy filling with a.