Thinking the night might not be a totally waste and I can catch some hottie finger her juicy pussy through the hole. I slide off my chair and onto the...ground to peer through the whole. What I saw next gave me the hardest boner I've ever had.A man was sitting two feet away from me. Stroking his cock. It was already an easy seven inches long and still growing. I couldn't stop watching him. I was entrapped by his ever growing cock. Suddenly my phone went off. It was the ex. Texting me to bitch at. She knew that he was enjoying what she was doing by the groaning sounds he was making. She moved her mouth slowly up and down on his cock, stopping when her lips were around that most sensitive area around the head to squeeze him tightly with her mouth. With each tightening of her lips, she could taste him leaking more into her mouth. He was disappointed when he felt her lips release him. He could feel her shift you body up the bed toward him. Her face drew close as she kissed his lips. He felt. She grabbed my hand and dragged my out into the hallway, past her room and towards our parents room.... "I want to fuck on that BITCHES BED!!! I want to be FUCKED like a WHORE on the WHORES bed!!...." she yelled to both me and herself as she led my like a sacrificial lamb towards our parents room. Just outside the door, Ashley stopped and just let out a yell of anger and frustration. She pushed me against the door to the bedroom and kissed me fiercely and passionately. Her tight, young body. “Sexy car!” I said impressed, checking out the inside. We talked about photography during the drive over to his studio. As we pulled into the parking lot and I saw the building for the first time, I was amazed how much work it needed on just the outside, broken windows, and graffiti covered the building.“Home sweet home! Or, at least it will be once it’s done.” Mark said as we entered the studio.Looking around the lower level of the building, which is going to be his office, and studio. There.