.. oh yeah... you can d**** me over a vibrating washing machine..... and you can fuck me like.... like that.... mmmmmm," I say getting very excited by...the idea, cum already dripping down my thighs at the thought. Intrigued, your only response is to stick your hand in my pussy. Then you take out your hand, and I gasp, as you lick off the wetness one finger at a time.The remaining elevator ride and car ride to the laundry mat, were not quick enough for me. When we get there we rapidly shove our. Once I felt certain I was as well-lubricated as I was going to get, I shuffled forward on my knees, bringing myself closer.I spread Jenny's cheeks apart. Her tiny, pink butthole looked like a glorious treasure that only I could claim. I ran my slippery wet cock up and down the crack of Jenny's ass and she breathed airily as the tip brushed against her expectant opening. It almost seemed to dilate slightly, as if opening itself to me. My cock was now rock hard and I resisted every urge to simply. The loser would have to pay for the entire cost of the rental house. We hit the lounge and immediately went to work. After about 20 minutes, I saw the group that I thought would win me the bet. I immediately approached. The group had three women (One black and two white (a blonde and a brunette). I soon learned that they were all members of the UCLA soccer team. Things were going well I am was sure I was on my way to winning the bet. My friend had also found a group of two women. I couldn't see. As always, your tits, so full and firm, were an instant distraction. Your arms were behind your neck and your eyes were down cast. "May I approach you, Master?" you said. "Yes, slave, come down here to me," I answered. As you descended the stair case I could see the muscles of your long legs work to carry your lean body gracefully down each step. "May I touch you, Master?" you asked cautiously as you reached the bottom of the steps.. "Yes, slave, you may touch me," I answered. My eyes searched.
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