Chris looked at me and gave the slightest of nods. Thinking back, had we both been stone cold sober and not already overheated sexually, I am sure we ...would have both resisted. But we didn't. The uncertain danger of it all was itself intoxicating and there was that big fat cock that I kept sneaking glimpses at. "Come into our room," said Yvonne, and they turned around and headed that way. Without comment, Chris and I shuffled off the bed and followed. As I walked through the door of John's. He pressed forward slowly and she clutched at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he moved forward. The feeling was so intense, she could not believe how big he felt. There was a throb of pain and she gasped out. He hesitated but then backed off and then pressed back in, slowly fucking into her deeper and deeper until his pelvis met hers. She could not believe that she had taken it all. She was flooded with emotion, she felt so full, so happy that it was him, so overwhelmed with it. If you prefer to use it, open the door, come in, and I'll strip for you." "Hmmm..." She weighed the brush in her hand, tapping her palm. "Might be fun to use this on someone. On the other hand, I would like to find out what its like." Images of what he'd look like lying on the bed naked, getting spanked. She waved the brush through the air, as if giving him a spanking in slow motion. Her hand unconsciously went to her bottom, rubbing her palm against her cheek as if she'd already gotten. "I like horny," Brandon smiled. They barely made it inside before they had torn into each other. Kissing and hugging. By the time they made it into the bedroom Brandon's shirt, and pants were off. Jordan pushed him down onto the bed, kissing her way down his chest. She pulled out his dick and began stroking as she looked up at him. Her mouth hovered over it, slowly licking the tip. Jordan marveled at how thick and heavy it felt in her hands. "Stop teasing," Brandon smiled down at her. "Oh, I am.