He was merrily eating her pussy with what she thought was considerable skill. She was already excited enough that she was having trouble keeping a goo...d rhythm going with the hand she had reached behind her to jack his cock.In his room, Jon was about to erupt. "Mel, if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum," he groaned.She stopped just long enough to say, "Good." Jon grabbed the back of her head and started actively mouth-fucking her. Soon he was spurting inside of her mouth. When he was done, Mel. If her cunt was hot and wet, she-was a hotass. If she sucked a cock off, she was dirty cocksucker. If she grabbed a man by his cock, she was too aggressive.Donna was tired of the whole bundle of shit.She wanted to be herself, wanted to be Donna. She wanted to let her hungers and desires be known, accepted, and enjoyed. She knew she had a lot to offer a man who was comfortable with his own wild desires, because Donna would not hesitate to feed them, provided her desires were fed, too. Stroke for. " I don't think so..." Jack's voice was husky as his need for her enveloped him. His strong hand in the small of her bare back, he propelled her toward the nearest couch. He took the remnants of their drinks, and set them on a nearby end table. Taking her hands he sat, holding her before him. "Give me your panties!" "Jack!" she gasped quietly. "What...?" Give them to me now!" he rasped. Biting her lip, she quickly glanced around. Nobody was looking - at the moment. If she was swift enough.... As the last wave of my orgasm fades away you slowly remove your hand from inside me and sit there looking into my tear stained face and just nod. You do not say any words, you do not have to at this point. You take up a cloth that was laying on the arm of the chair and gently bathe my face before releasing my arms from their hoisted position but keeping them locked behind me and cradling me in your arms as you release me from the spreader bar. You gently pick me up in your arms and carry me.