A smile curved her mouth as she turned to look sleepily at him. She was ready for him again, whether her mind was awake or not. “Good morning,” Sh... turned completely and draped her leg around his thigh, feeling his cock harden even more as it rested just above her pussy lips. He was able to feel how wet she was for him and she couldn’t help but smile as she thought of how wet she would always be for him. “You slept well I imagine?” He chuckled at her small talk as she slowly rubbed her pussy. He walked over to Jen who just slid onto her knees and cleaned him in her mouth.It was morning when I woke. I had missed everything else that must have happened – at least between Jen and Todd. Maria, true to her statement of being “done” with Todd, was still in her jeans. Jen was passed out naked and barely covered on the bed. Todd was laying on his back on the floor beside the bed, his huge, flaccid cock d****d across one thigh. Everyone seemed sound asleep. I couldn’t take my eyes off Todd’s. That was a big mistake she mused for that had simply restricted her to the use of one hole. Next time, and I'm sure there will be a next time, she thought, I will have one put in. Lavinia did not even touch her vagina to sooth its soreness with her gentle hands for she remembered that each time she had done so over the past three days it had imparted uncontrollable needs to have it fucked once more and she had gone on the prowl once more to satisfy that need. She chuckled to herself softly. To the point that she slept with him, and she became, for her first time, someone's "booty call". Her father never knew about it, as a far right supporter and racist middle aged man, he would have probably tried to hurt the boy. So she kept it a secret. Now all of this was told to me by Mathilde when we met. It was in late 2018, I had met her through tinder and we decided to meet casually. During our first encounter, I noticed that her discussion was quite political and sometimes focused on.