Crazy?

A few beers later, Beth and Denny were making out. Beth was on her knees between his, hungrily slurping at his mouth with hers.

{if Arousal >49
}Beth's whole body tingled with need, deprived of good sex for too long and with a tantalizing opportunity right in front of her. {endif
}{if Faith < 68
}She was swimming full speed into dangerous waters: she knew this was wrong, but she didn't want to stop. {endif
}
Denny's hands gripped the hem of her sweater, and she took the unspoken cue, lifting her arms as he pulled it over her head. He made noises of approval at her black bra and still tight stomach. "Still a gym rat?"
"Every other day when I can make it, though I've put on a few pounds since I stopped doing coke."
"Really? Where?" His hands traced her flat stomach and curved around her obliques, feeling her body and making her tingle with desire. Her gaze was locked on his package, bulging against his jeans in an obvious tent. She couldn't stop herself from rubbing it, and Denny gave an involuntary moan.
"Jesus... it's been so long..."
It was the work of a few seconds to free the beast, and Beth indulged a little more making out while she double stroked the cock. She was caught in the whirlpool now...and she told herself that swimming out was futile. This cock...The cock in her hands was an old friend, and it would be rude not to say hello.

"God... that's the Beth Wilson I remember." Beth could barely hear him over the rush of blood in her ears. She had his cock deep in her throat with no trouble or hesitation. She remembered the contours and the taste, the musk and the mouthfeel, just as if it was the last time they had done this. The only off note, the only difference, is that Denny wasn't shoving her head down, forcing her as deep as she could go, like he would have when they were dating. She stopped to look up at him.
"You can... do like we used to, baby. I still like it."
"Oh... okay." And with that, he began to facefuck her like he had done so many times before. She was transported back in time by the hard oral action, forgetting everything about the present to float in a sea of nostalgic depravity. She gagged and slobbered, and the spit rand down his shaft in thick rivulets to soak his balls, which she took the opportunity to rub while she worked.
{if Shame > 70
}I'm such a fucking slut.
{endif
}It must have been a long time indeed, because before even a few minutes had passed, Denny was groaning and cursing. "I'm going to blow. Fuck..." Beth pulled her head up until her mouth was just covering the tip, and stroked the shaft vigorously until warm, salty cum burst into her mouth with enough **** to go into her throat. She tried not to cough it all up over his cock. When he was done pulsing, she slurped every drop before swallowing it down and sitting back onto her heels.

"Wow." That was all Denny could say. For her part, Beth was still incredibly turned on. She could feel the sticky wetness between her legs.
{if Faith < 76
} I want more. {endif
}{if Arousal > 39
}I need more. {endif
}