He was inside me and moving. Sex “Right,” he answers, then sputters, “no, I mean correct… We get to the bottom of the stairs and I pull him toward the living room where the kegs– and several more girls– are located. between my legs.”
I laugh and say, “Well, that’s where it’s going again, only between my legs.”
I turn over on the bed and stick my ass up in the air. “Uhhh,” he replies. “Eat it,” I say firmly and he pops it into his mouth. He was inside me and moving. “Let’s go upstairs and fuck.”
Jeremy’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times before he is finally able to stutter out, “You get right to the point, don’t you?”
“Why don’t you come with me instead?” the boy who had taunted him says as he comes over and stands next to me. I heard several of the girls go “ooooo” as I slid that monster farther back into my throat. Again I am surprised at how loud footsteps can be. That guarantees that no precious snowflakes or their nosy mothers accidentally see anything inside the house.
