Hear you moan. Do the same to the other one. Make you hot. Make you wet. Make you ready for me, because you know how much I love the taste of you when...you’re dripping. How I’d love to sink to my knees in front of you, lift this titchy excuse for a skirt, yank off your panties and just dive in to eat you. Listen to you cry out as you reach down and grab the back of my head, pulling me up against your soaking pussy, forcing me to service you. You know what it does to me, how hard it makes me to. His hands slid under her belly, lifting her up onto her knees, and turned her toward the side of the bed.His cock was ready to explode as he pressed it against her drooling twat hole. He rammed his hips forward, driving his cock balls deep into her quivering spasming slit. She squalled again, and he seized her by the side of the waist, his fingers bruisingly tight.Oh God Yes! He had finally pushed his big fat cock up into her pussy. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing inside her belly as he. I set down the paint brush and stretched. “Yeah, I am.”“That’s very kind of you, Matt.”“Mm. Well, it was my girlfriend’s idea,” I muttered.“Yes, Shannon hinted at that,” Clara acknowledged, laughing.“I know it’s probably a bit strange, but I guess if she’s okay with it...”“Seems perfectly natural to me. And wonderful for Shannon, too. She always saying how she’s too busy to date anyone, so she’s never been to one of these dances. Not that it’s a date, of course. A dance doesn’t always mean. The bodies she was peering at seemed to be together, so joined, as if... as if... God, she couldn't even let herself think of what it reminded her of! "I've never spied on Wendy before, Clyde," she said for lack of anything better. "I wouldn't want her to believe I don't trust her any longer." We have to do something," the boy said impatiently. "You'll feel better if you knew what she was doing, and so would I. But if you don't want me to drive the cruiser up on them, then we'll stop over.