In less than an hour, three of our friends were out of the game—we had agreed to limit our removal of clothes to everything but underwear—yet she still had all her clothes on. My eyes widened in shock when I realized it was a strapon. Porn sex However, that didn’t mean they were ugly. She started pounding me savagely, forcing my twice denied orgasm to swell within me again. We spent the night playing poker. Strip poker. Her fingers soon joined the party and powerful moans began flowing past my lips. It took a while for her to recover from the shock of being kissed by one of her best friends, but, when she finally did, her tongue came to life. By the time her tongue found its way past my lower lips, my breathing had become labored and all I could to keep from passing out was pant like a dog on a hot day. “Wh—” I began, but something was thrust into my mouth before I could finish. I begged for more, moaning like a porn star and writhing around like a pinned wrestler.
