Closed Doors Pg.8

We played strip charades last night. Me and a few other friends. At the last minute, one person decided to leave. He was only the timer anyway. Which meant he would've started off as our cameraman. Then he would join in like all the other times. Stingy. It was his turn to be behind the camera but he didn't want to be in the second round. I sarcastically say to myself, "I'm sorry I don't cater to your damn superficial ego. I'll do that for my man but not for a random fuck on a Wednesday night." It was only his second time and he was already proving to be a poor ejaculation. So we continued without him. It's not as if the point was to play charades anyway. After tallying up the points already gained, the losing team had to start off by going down on the other team. I, of course, was on the winning team so I laid back legs wide open and eyes closed shut as he poured the rest of his drink on my body and he continued to suck it off of me. The top of this couch has always been painfully exciting. Enjoying his lips on my body I look over to the other two. They were having a blast. The man was standing over the young female stuffing his dick in her mouth and she, apparently the woman with no gag reflexes, was taking it as a champion - grabbing his firm ass and humming with pleasure. Watching her perform somehow excited me and tightened my grip on his thick hair. Obviously I wasn't paying attention because I had no idea when he slipped that condom on. But! I did notice when he slid his hard and oh so wonderful erect penis inside of me. As he flipped me over I see the other two, not phased by us just yet, she glanced at me and I at her, it was time to switch because they were having too much fun and the point in the first round is to tease. It's all about the pacing and we didn't want our male counterparts to tire out too early. My ex used to enjoy this game.