She knew there is no need to act ignorant. He knew she would do it. And so she opened her mouth wide pushed out her tongue and began to give long hard... strokes at the crack of his ass. He pulled the cheeks wide with both arms on his ass cheeks and made more room for her. He had not washed the place for some hours and so a mixed smell of sweat urine and shit emanated from the rough hair around his asshole. The hair was rough on her tongue, but she continued to lick, trying not to breath. She came. "Aw, fuck!" I cried out."You ain't felt nothing yet, bitch!" He replied. And he jammed the next third of his cock up into me. I had never felt so full and so feminine. I had never been so turned on in my life as I was now, while now at the mercy of this massively hung stud, a stranger to me until an hour ago, now fucking me deep right in the middle of his friend's living room floor. And the friend I had only known an hour as well.Rob only had maybe two third of his cock in me, and already it. Her hands roaming over my shoulders and back before slowly coming around to lift my shirt up my chest. Her soft velvet tongue swirled over my own nipples, and I gasped as her wet tongue played with them coyly. I looked down at her into her gorgeous eyes, and she pulled me farther with her as she lay down on the bed.She lay on her back, her knees bent and her legs spread. Her tight jean shorts and her little white socks stood out against the bare, silky white skin of her stomach, chest, and. She’d spent the morning combing the internet for other reports of strange sightings, either of the crash or of the man, and had come up empty. She decided to grab another k-cup for her individual-serving coffee maker but found that her last cup had been the final one in the house. Knowing she’d never be able to think without another cup, she heaved a sigh, slammed her already-socked feet into a pair of neon pink sneakers and tossed on a fleece. It was almost mid-February and the fickle Georgia.