I’m not what you call a good girl. Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin. However it had all been on a one on one basis until one hot summer night.

“Are you aching yet?” he responded. “Yes…my legs are shaking…I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” Jess pleaded. “Excellent.” Jess’s heart leaped, anticipating release. Then she saw his next words: “I’ll let you know when you can come.”

She stretched her long legs out on the seat, barefoot as she'd left her sandals on the floorboard up front. He took in the sight of her breasts, her smooth, flat stomach, and the little slip of gauzy white fabric around her waist, barely hiding what was underneath. She looked so sensual, so sexy, bathed in the afternoon light. Her hair spread out around her head like shimmering, copper-gold silk. He moved down her body, hands on the seat on either side of her slim waist. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and immediately buried his head between her thighs. He breathed in the warm, musky scent of her pussy, and then plunged his tongue into her. She was already wet.

“I am going to fuck your ass now babe. I want you back on your knees.” He moved and I fell off him as he had commanded and crawled to the side of the bed my ass open and twitching knowing what was coming. Jason tossed the camera on video record on the bed, focusing it directly on my face. He wanted to capture every moment. I grimaced as I feel his hard rod enter me. Although I was ready, open and totally willing, the start is always a task for me, but as usual once he was in oh I felt so good.

He spread my legs further apart and crawled up so his face was right at my pussy. My embarrassment returned and I put my hand over it. He took my hand away and told me how beautiful my pussy was. His finger was stroking up and down lightly between my wet lips. He said he loved watching my lips swell as the blood flowed into them and watch the little droplets of lubricant form as my sexual desire grew.