I wrapped my arms around his neck and spread my legs wide, locked my ankles around his lower back, and rocked my hips into every one of his lunges, willing him deeper and deeper inside me. Trent and I sat next to each other and ate the meal I had prepared while I fondled his flaccid shaft under the table, and he toyed with my breasts and nipples in between bites. Handjobs. I was a bit surprised at how few responses I received. His girlfriend, Faith, was really nice, and he seemed to get along well with my boyfriend, Scott, so all the pieces fit nicely. Trent had both hands on my tits, squeezing, slapping and pinching as they bounced wildly in rhythm with his thrusts. He grunted several times, continuing to pound away, as he unloaded all of his splooge inside me until it spilled out from the sides of his pumping shaft and onto the floor between his legs.
