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« on: May 17, 2019, 10:55:04 am »
"Some guys are longer, but not as thick." She continued. "There was a short, really thick guy once. The guys with really huge dicks aren't getting near me. Uh-uh!""Even more fun! Come on, you guys know I'm just what you're looking for. You would be lying if you said it wouldn't be a turn-on! Besides"she looked first at me then over to Doug"think about it. I'm right next door. Anytime you guys want to, we could just play!" with a soft sigh she added, "You do know my parents are traveling for more than half the summer right?"I angled my head just enough so that I could see the mirror while still probing Jenna's sweet snatch and watched her take his cock back into her mouth. This time she slowly bobbing her head and I started rubbing my clit harder when I saw her looking up at Doug with those big blue eyes as she blew him. I eased my tongue from inside her and took my time sliding it down through the soft folds of her pussy, heading for her clit. Jenna whimpered around Doug's cock and her hips twitches as I stopped and ran my tongue teasingly across the skin just below her swollen pink nub.Elly smirked. She took the paintbrush away from Ia's pussy and brought it up, tracing it over Ia's lips. Ia's lips quivered at the slow, sensual attention. She could feel her own juices being 'painted' onto her mouth. "I think you can," she soothed. "I think you can take it for hours, get even nicer and dumber for me. Isn't that what you said? Ooh, you were so rude to me, sweetie."
 
 
 
"We'll talk later," Tom said, walking away.I was jerking off quietly in my room one afternoon. I don't remember much else about the day or why I was beating my meat, but I remember almost everything else vividly. I was watching some porn on my computer, and I was getting really close to cumming. I could feel the orgasm building, looking forward to the explosion of pleasure from a sweet, orgasmic release, when I thought I heard my bathroom door open.She unloaded her daily essentials from her purse onto the table: an extra-large thermos filled with iced coffee, a bottle of half-frozen water, and the folding fan that only slightly made her frequent breaks bearable. She sighed before slicing open a cardboard box, and began pulling out first year Kinesiology textbooks."You ready to really get fucked?" I asked.

 


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