All I could do was lay there, and enjoy this - always wanting more. He wanted more, too. He put a hand under my ass, and pulled it up so he could ge...t deeper into me. I raise my knees into the air, and let him take me just like the dirty fantasies I had in my head. Well, maybe not exactly. In my fantasies I was always the one who was in control. The one who would get on top of the guy, and totally rock his world. But in the moment, this was exactly how I wanted it - on my back, getting fucked. Not my fault. Tears that no longer could be held back erupted from my eyes. Sobbing I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket and cried into its softness. The moon and her stars the only witnesses. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ouch! Sunlight hurt my eyes. My body ached at every point it touched the hardness. Blinking my eyes open I realized I was on the floor. Raising my head an inch, caused the marching band playing the drums in my head to pound mightily, I recognized the. Thu: that's for you to checkMe: are your panties damp?Thu: yeah, my underwear is pretty wetMe: do you notice that when you take them off there's a film of fluid that clings from your pussy to your panties?Thu: haven't checked inside but no, it's usually just on my underwearthe fluid is not that stickyMe: no trail?Thu: sometimes, but usually notMe: I've had the trail on my fingers and lips.Thu: you prob know more than me :)Me: I've made you taste yourself :)but to answer your question, yes, is. She smiled at me as Steve positioned himself ready. “You’re wet, Sarah,” he whispered. Her expression was a picture as he entered her. She was stood bent over with her hands on my knees. My cock was nodding and leaking pre-cum in front of her face as my best mate started to fuck her. She kept eye contact with me as she moaned and I’ll never forget the look on her face as she licked the pre-cum from my cock.Steve got in to his rhythm and was fucking her hard, Sarah had by now taken my cock in.