When I saw Evan and his teammates standing there in that crummy motel room, illuminated only by the glow of the old television, doing what they were doing, I knew there was no turning back. “I’m going to cum.”
He slowed his hand and carefully milked the biggest wad so far into my palm. XXX “I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s okay, darling. Make that big cock cum for me.”
That apparently did the trick, and in a few strokes he was splashing cum all over my hand and arm. Let’s play.”
They once more looked to Evan. Knowing the hormonal appetites of teenaged boys, I was pretty sure I would get away with the various sexually depraved acts I was contemplating. The boys wouldn’t have been able to detect any panty or bra lines because I wasn’t wearing either.
