“With a little help from his friends.” Dylan whispered as he thrust into me just before I orgasmed again and Dylan unloaded deep inside me. He must have seen my right nipple and my slit lots of times. This dinner wasn’t as revealing as the barbecue because the lighting in the restaurant was nowhere as good as the sunlight in Henry’s back garden. When I felt whoever withdraw I wondered if Dylan was going to fuck me but he didn’t move and another cock entered my pussy. When he does that to me I get sooo sensitive and think that I’m going to die but he just keeps on going until the sensitivity passes and I start cumming again. I don’t know if the female partners were just being polite to Henry or not, but none of them gave the impression that it was a bad idea and that they wouldn’t go. My nipples and clit got very hard as I ran to the Uber, then into the restaurant, and each time I had to pull the dress back to cover my nipples.
