.this is an amazing feeling… I’m fucking all the spunk from you …well actually I’m not fucking you I’m loving my naughty whore…wallowing..... …in her excess… its so so incredibly sexy and bad boy is really enjoying the feeling of extracting all this spunk from you…the large ridge on my helmet drags the spunk out of you ..collecting as a ring of glistening semen under that ridge.. i withdraw then lower my cock into you eager waiting mouth… you savour the liquid.. cleaning my cock of delicious salty. He withdrew and turned me around to face him, lifting me easily from the floor. I hooked my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I kissed him and let him guide my body, angling his hips until I felt the touch of his cock at my pussy again. He loosed his grip and let gravity drop me down, his cock jamming deep in one motion. He hooked his arms under my knees, spreading my legs a little, and I hung onto his neck while he supported my weight, his hands tight on my ass. And then he. She needed to talk to him, this was her last chance, he was getting married in less than an hour. She had been trying unsuccessfully to see him since he got back, everyday bringing a new level of fury to her. She had to work her magic, she had to stop this wedding! She refused to let that gutter snipe win, diago had been hers since the day she had layed claim on him in the 9th grade and she had openly fought all girls who tried to steal him. She hid in a doorway down the hall as she watched. Chris looked up and gave me a confused look, probably because we had been gone for about ten minutes. I gave him a grin, then kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth and sharing Jaime's juices with him. When he pulled away from our kiss I knew by the look on his face that he could taste her. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "How does she taste?" Chris was speechless, and that was rare. He got up and went to the bar to get the three of us one more drink before last call. When he came.