We kiss and I moan in your mouth. He alternates 10-11 strokes in me and then puts himself and also some of my juice deep inside you for 10-11 thrusts ...and repeats. We are kissing the whole time, our tits grinding against each other. Our nipples rubbing. Then you climb out from under me and I lie down and pull me on top of me. Your back against my tits. Our pussies are sandwiched, one upon the other. He begins to finger you furiously and you begin to writhe and then he starts to lap my pussy at. My heart pounded as I felt my butt throbbing and pulling her fingers in. Then I felt her lips around my tiny dick. She sucked it in her mouth licking and sucking it as she fingered me. I was in heaven, never before have I felt such a thing. My hole pulsating to her stimulation, I couldn't speak, I just made squeaky noises. Rebecca slid out from under me and said I was a natural. She slapped my ass again with suck force I hit my head on the wall. She removed her fingers and licked them. "-I. It was Bree's nipple."No talking," she said. "You're our little toy for the night and your mouth has only one purpose, and that's pleasing me. I don't want to hear anything from your mouth but your muffled moans. Got it?"That was all the encouragement I needed. My mouth wrapped around her areola and I began to suck on her nipple. That's when I felt her hand move to the back of my head and push my head further into her breast. "Harder, bitch, be a man." Somehow, her demanding voice actually. Her eyes were shifty, too; she looked agitated and distracted, and she tried half-heartedly to conceal from Ada the hand that she pressed against her mound through the stretchy skirt material. "Come on," she said to her friend. "They're waiting."They left the car and approached the front porch, where a door opened on a luxurious wood-paneled space. Hunting lodge style, with a large hearth and a roaring fire. On an overstuffed sofa sat a blond-bearded man of about twenty-five years, his shirt.