She lowered and raised her hips from the bed in sync with me fucking her mouth. I could feel her soft folds of skin getting wet against my fingertips ...s I pressed harder against her warm pussy. I pushed deep into her mouth and held it there as I pushed my fingers inside her pussy. I spread my fingers apart a little and curved them slightly as I drew them back out so she could feel them pressing inside her. She lifted her hips off the bed but this time held herself there. Her back arched to take. He was from down southsomewhere. Texas. Arkansas. Louisiana. Wherever. It didn't matter. Everythingsouth of Colorado was inbreeder land to them. It was pathetic the way he dancedfrom foot to foot at the street crossing, puffing and rubbing his hands together. "You'd think it was fuckin' forty below!" one of them laughed ashe lit another cigarette. The boys had done their homework, though. They had been workingon this project for months. The Lady was very specific in her tastes and wouldnot be. He pinched her nipples and she felt her pussy getting wet. She positioned her body so that her pelvis was touching his. He stopped kissing her to kiss her cleavage again, running his tongue along the neckline of her dress. He moved his hands back to her waist to hold her close. He stopped and smiled at her. Then he softly kissed her lips and her forehead before again putting his hands up the skirt of her dress, this time to slide his hands under the waist of the dress and peel it up over her. Becca beckoned me with a finger and I moved over to the bed. As I sat down Cristine and Becca both removed their shirt. Their breast bounced out and their hard, pink nipples stood at attention before me. I was fully erect and both of the girls giggled. Becca firmly gripped my cock “Suck on her nipples.” Apprehensively I moved closer to Christine’s double D tits. Her nipples were already rock hard when I began sucking one while pinching the other one between my fingers. Christine moaned and.
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