A few moments later, we were out of the hot tub - I made the wine run - and she prepped for coming to my room. She showed up at my door, bearing nothi...ng but herself. She was d****d in a kimono, about mid-thigh. I simply had a pair of lounging pants and a t-shirt on. In she came, and she made a direct lunge for the bed. I assumed we'd sit in separate chairs, but she had other ideas. I opened the wine bottle, poured two glasses, and joined her on the bed.She first sat in a semi-reclining. Whatshisface!" ("Weston," Liz supplied.) "The hot new transfer student every girl in the school has been cooing about!" He's not that hot," said Danielle, which was the absolute truth; there were boys more handsome than Weston McCullough at Sherman Oaks. He wasn't McDreamy or anything. But Weston had something more than: manners. He had a smile and a kind word for everybody, he could make anyone laugh, and he never (to anyone's knowledge) made rude comments about a girl's behind. The younger. Deep in my throat I was still able to slip my tongue out and lick his balls. He could barely stand as my throat and tongue squeezed and stroked his balls, he groaned, before grabbing my hair and holding my head as he proceeded to pile drive my throat. He basically raped my throat and mouth, my hand was between my legs and pleasuring me, while his friend waited his turn. Once he was just banging his cock in my throat there was not a lot I could do to stimulate him, just be used my mouth as a. "Mmmm hmm," I said around a mouthful of his cock.I looked up at him with my eyes filled with lust and sucked him fast and sloppy. I slid my right hand back into my soaked panties and rubbed my clit again causing me to moan around his cock. He put his hand on the back of my head and thrust his hips forward fucking my mouth.“Can I fuck you, you sexy little bitch?” he whispered down to me, "Please?"I nodded yes and let his cock pop from my mouth. I stood up with my back to him and bent forward a.