I was straight. She always smells so good. I’d kissed her back. She rests her hip against the table, less than a foot away from me. I’d backed mys...lf into a corner, I’d look like I was fleeing if I tried to push past her, so I stand still. ‘You liked it,’ she reminds me. Her lips curve into that stupid grin that spells trouble. ‘You tasted like vodka and Skittles,’ she continues, stepping a bit closer. I can’t breathe. ‘Jason is coming,’ I remind her, my attention shifting from her lips to the. ‘No, no, of course not! I don’t want to stop until I pass out!’ As much as I couldn’t believe it, I was still aroused. I shifted myself on his hips so that I could better feel his skin against my own. I could tell he was as hard as I was horny. I didn’t want to stop until we were both spent. Sitting down on the shower bench, Thomas positioned me in his lap and then leaned back some. ‘I want you to show me, Shaye. Show me how to love you just right.’ Grabbing my hips to help me keep balance,. The moment his tongue touched her inner thighs Cindy moaned out loud. She felt his mouth on her pussy and his tongue inside of her."OOoohhh goooddd," Cindy moaned. At that moment Cindy didn't care if Mrs. Richards walked in, or if the baby awoke and started crying. She wanted this Italian Stallion inside of her.Mr. Richards ran his hands down to her ankles. He brought her legs up until her knees were on opposite sides of her face. Mr. Richards then dug into her pussy even more. His lips and. “How ‘bout a burger?” he asked, shutting the truck off.“I’m not eating at a drive-in!” she announced, her voice surly.“Then you’re not really hungry,” he said, starting the truck and pulling out. “We’ll just go find you something to wear before the stores close. Maybe you’ll be hungry after that.”It didn’t matter what she did, or how much she complained. He somehow turned her statements against her. She would have screamed at him, but he had this maddening gift for making it sound like he was.