If she kept on, she’d touch my… I gasped, “What are you doing?” Her fingertips were touching my pussy lips! “Does this feel embarrassing?”...she asked softly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Fucking yes! It does!” I protested. “Good. If we have less time, we’ll need to make it more intense.” “But… but like this?” My skin burned. Her nails softly trailed over my pubes, and it felt incredibly embarrassing… and nice. I closed my eyes. This couldn’t feel nice! But then her hand. "He's such a pervert," said Peyton giggling."A handsome pervert," said Clarissa. She grabbed my cock in her hand and gently rubbed it. I tried to pull back and she tightened the grip."Clarissa... we... I mean... me and Peyton..." I know," giggled Clarissa. "She gave me permission to be naughty to you." So, do I get to be naughty back?" I asked."Why would I let you do that?" asked Peyton, smiling."So that she can feel good, too?" I said."Of course you can," said Peyton, turning serious. "Have. You’re so god damn beautiful.” Doreen took his cock out of her mouth and stood up. “I want you right on your stairs. Bend over and present that gorgeous ass to me.” Doreen walked over to the stairs. She put her head down and her ass up. The man got behind her and spat on his fingers. He rubbed her pussy with his spit. He spread her buttocks and pushed his cock into her wanting pussy. Her pussy flower opened right up while he pushed more and more of his cock-meat right up inside of her. He held. Upon noticing me, she signaled for me to take a seat and got up to pour some wine as she wrapped up her phone call. When she ended the conversation shortly after that, she smiled and brought over a glass of wine for me and sat down on one of the leather chairs."I've got some great news," she said excitedly."What might that be?" I asked.She explained that she had been on the phone with the head editor of the photography project she was working on and that they absolutely love the work. He told.