He smiled at me, a lopsided grin that meant ‘I’m going to fuck you seven ways from Sunday’. Xnxx sex I turned around and looked him up and down. A black Porsche Panamera was parked two cars down from the house. “Because I want you to meet someone.” He shouted back, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the people into a back room. King had a rough face, that managed to be both masculine and pretty. I knew was younger than most people there, but I still hated it when it was pointed out, “What’s your problem, mister?”
“Mister?” He smiled a cocky half-smile at me and turned to our friend. But I remained as quiet as I could, the occasional whimper and moan as he drove me wild, listening to King’s grunts and sighs as he got himself closer to cumming. But the deeper urges in me wanted it. He stopped after the twelfth whip. He rested my head against his chest and grunted in my ear, “Like that, slut?”
“Yes.” My voice caught in my throat as King flicked my clit. “You’re not to make any noise, no matter what I do to you.”
I nodded.
