Tony was almost in a coma from the extreme pleasure coursing through him and stood virtually motionless until his cock quit spasming. With the last spurt swallowed Lissa pulled her mouth from him and casually stood up. “Why do they call you Axe?” she asked the now shaking young man as she took a small step back from him only to continue humming. “The very first time I fucked a girl I just got up and left as soon as I was done.” he responded very plainly. “When I told the guys about Hardcore it they said I had a real talent for just cutting things off massage neatly. So they nick-named me Axe.” “So you just fucked her and then got up and walked away, leaving her lying there, I’m assuming, with a pussy full of cum?” Lissa’s question could not have been more direct. “Yea,” he responded very plainly again, almost emotionless. Lissa eyed him up and down a few times as she contemplated his answer. Seeing him standing there with his now deflating dick hanging in the breeze she hummed again before she spoke. “Thank you Tony,” she said quietly as he automatically put his cock back into his pants before re-zipping them. “Why don’t you head back in there and asian see how they are doing?” Without another thing said Tony grabbed his bowl of nachos and headed back down the hall toward the den, completely unaware of the blowjob he had just received. Lissa just quietly watched him walk away while the gears spun at maximum speed in her head. He had not made it more than ten steps before the whole crew came rolling out of the den for a pee and eats break. Three down, five to go she thought to herself as the boisterous crew piled into the kitchen to mature a smiling Lissa. “Holy shit!” sounded Blaster as he walked past Lissa to the counter full of eats. “It almost felt like I was really there!” he exclaimed loudly as he began stuffing his face with nachos before grabbing half of a sub sandwich. “I know,” echoed Storm. “When I spun around to see that zapper standing right in front of me I could see the stubble on his face before I stuck my knife in him!” Everyone was raving about the realism of the graphics and the ultra-fast speed of the program. Jockeying back and forth for position you would think that none of them had eaten for a month. Lissa just quietly observed the animated bunch until a hand came to rest on her ass. Lissa did not need to turn her head; she knew exactly japanese who it was. “I want to fuck,” I whispered into her ear as I stepped up right behind her so she could feel my boner press against her back. A little giggle sounded from her before she took a step forward and spun around quickly. With her back to all of my friends she mouthed the words, ‘stay here’, before she moved off to her right to circle around behind everyone. I watched intently as she moved past the fridge and past the far end of the counter. Once she was in the open breezeway to the next hall she motioned for me with one finger before she quickly disappeared into the shadows. Everyone was still attacking the food and jabbering back and forth about the last round of combat as I followed in Lissa’s steps. I was not as subtle as she; I just walked around the group and headed down the hall for the library. Karl just laughed Hardcore in response. On her left shoulder, on the back, were the words, ‘Born to Fuck’ and in the small of her back were the words, ‘Property of Frankie.’ She kissed his shaft gently, giving it light kisses before licking the head mature like a lollipop. Then there is Elizabeth… I don’t massage really think she likes me all that much, who can blame her with all the pranks Nisha and I have forced on japanese her. I read the instructions and they said if you turned the base, the tip would vibrate – cool! Sky was jumping about, quite excited about our plan to fuck our instructor, what was turning me on most was the fact that. Now, get your shoes on, and let's go. I slammed into her hard and fast. I don’t care what you choose, how big or small, but choose wisely. I pinch the bridge of my nose and suck in a breath. Finally she came, whimpering, twitching and squeaking. Hard. The gun the driver had was the same asian model as the one he retrieved earlier, except this one was newer and in silver color. Finally, he said, “You expect anyone to believe that?” That’s what makes her so good.