“Holy cow! I’m coming! Fucking hell!” Betsy released her sweet pussy juices and I gladly drank them down. I couldn’t get enough of this littl... minx. I loved looking at her pull and play with her hard eraser nipples. I moved up next to her and shared a passionate kiss with her. She could taste herself on my lips. “I want to make love now!” Betsy climbed on top of me and positioned her cute cunt over my endowed cock. She eased down on it and slowly began to fuck me. I sat up and played with. We put our cups down and I tell her how impressed I am. I am not done yet she says. It is on now, I havent lost a chug in years. I have to redeem myself she says. We hang out by the kegs talking and chugging for a couple of hours. Finally there is only so much flirting and booze I can take. She is in mid sentence and I put my hand behind her neck and pull her into me. I tilt her head back and kiss her deeply. My tongue slowly sliding against hers as she starts to kiss me back. I run my. She loved her scent. It was wild and exotic, and so fitting to everything that Cassie was. While they were still kissing, she felt Cassie's hand start to slide up her side to come around and lightly cup Bailey's tiny breast. The butterflies she had in her stomach went from flutters to full on acrobatics, and heat pooled in her damp center. She moaned softly in her throat and deepened the kiss, her passion amplified to fever pitch. She felt her panties getting soaked by her arousal and her. The tortured girl screamed again and writhed in a vain attempt to free herself. Her pussy was soaked with a mixture of come, urine and the hot oil; she grew faint from the intensity of the moment but Miss Sanders brought her back with a quick slap on the cunt. "I have another nasty present for you Lisa." Before Lisa could answer, Miss Sanders spread her asshole open with her fingers and inserted the hasp of the whip an inch. Lisa cried as the whip.