''For each round the girl must keep at least the head of the cock in front of her in her mouth with lips tight around it, she can take more in if she ...wants. She must not touch the guy in front of her with anything else, no hands etc. During the round the guy must make sure he doesn't climax.''The girl has to make him as close to climax as possible without pushing him over, the idea is to hold him so close that when the round ends and the girls change partner it is difficult or impossible for. She was around 5' 3" with short hair, her natural color a rich, deep brown with eyes to match. She had small perky breasts with hard little pencil eraser nipples that Tom could never seem to get enough of. Her legs were well toned and she had a nice little bubble butt to top it off. Tom had wished she were wearing her shorts instead of a baggy pair of sweatpants. He had always adored her sexy legs and feet and was looking forward to admiring them on their morning run. "Oh well." he thought,. Eventually I made my way back between her legs. When I did, she all but cried. She tasted amazing. Salty, but also sweet. Unnaturally so. Not that I was about to complain. Eating her out was almost like eating candy. She tasted like berries. Blackberries. Then she returned the favor. And those lips were very, very well-suited for the task. Didn't hurt that she was quite skilled with her tongue as well. I tried to hold out. I didn't want this to end. The pleasure was simply too intense. To the. On the other hand, my father worked in the fields all day and sold the vegetables and the meat from the cattle every few weeks to make a living. This work made him stay in good shape for his age. He was around 180 cm tall, which was considered tall in our village. All the people in the village knew that dad was a very strict man through his way of parenting me. When I was little, I used to be afraid of dad but I also admired him for his masculinity and his strength.One sacred date for my.