“I was dry humpin’ your booty.” “I thought so.” “Yeah. I knew you knew. But I couldn’t say shit. Why else did you think we always asked ...ou to play football?” “I thought y’all were being nice.” “You couldn’t play for shit. We just wanted to hump yo’ ass,” Corbin admitted. “That’s terrible.” “What you gon’ do ‘bout it now?” Lana tensed. “It’s all good,” Corbin confessed. “All us niggas in the hood liked yo’ booty and wanted to get on it.” “No way,” laughed Lana. “I swear.” “Well what stopped. Greg gladly did so as before long, he grabbed my hips, pulled me to him as I felt his balls slap my arse and his cock hit my depths, holding me there as he shot his hot sticky load over and over into me. I lay there blissfully taking every drop until he was spent, shooting his final load into me before collapsing on my chest, both of us panting hard.As we both regained some composure and got control of our breathing, Greg brought his lips to mine as we began an extremely passionate and loving. Brad groaned and I laughed. He knew what a mischievous little wench I can be. “Can you do a table dance for my hubby?” I asked, a little surprised at my bravery. She smiled and nodded and we both looked to Brad who was blushing brightly. “Teri,” he blurted out. “You come too,” the dancer said with a cute high pitched voice that didn’t really fit her tall lean body. She meant me, so I blushed as well and she took my hand, and led us to a special area they had in back. The booths there had a. I was glad she was my girlfriend. We were going to have so much fun with Kendall and Mrs. Solomon and Ms. Lyon serving us. And my special surprise. I couldn't wait to have my sexy futa-slave joining the fun.I broke the kiss with Stacey and said, “Let's do it!”“Yes, yes, take my cherry! Itty Bitty Titty Squad!”She spun around from me, her pigtails flying through the air. Then she fell to her knees before Kendall. The Black girl pulled her fingers out of her pussy. She grinned down at Stacey. It.