When she reached the front door, Annie balanced the pile of food on one arm and rang the doorbell. Seconds later, she could see Jace’s fractured for... approaching her through the ornate glass work of the door. It opened and there stood Jace, Annie had to tilted her head up to meet his deep brown eyes not failing to notice that he had neglected a shirt. “Did you bring the food?” he asked, a grin playing across his face. “I’m great. Thanks for asking, derp,” quipped Annie, trying to slip past. We stayed like that for a few minutes recovering before John’s cock slipped from Kim’s pussy followed by a loud wet pussy fart.Kim crawled up onto to me as John’s cock slipped from her. Kim and I kissed as John got up off the couch. John went into his kitchen. He returned with a towel from the kitchen.“I better clean you up before you drip all over the new couch,” John said as he started to take the towel to Kim’s pussy.“No I have a better fucking idea,” Kim yelled out.In a flash, Kim jumped. .his eyes were locked onCindy's chest, and his penis was a heavy shade of burgundy, andlooked as if it were about to burst. Cindy wiped a bit of pre-cumoff the tip and licked it off her finger, and Lane gasped."Poor Lane hasn't cum in so long, you see." Cindy said to thecamera. "He has to go to classes and look at all the pretty girls intheir crop tops and short-shorts, and tight jeans--" Lane gaspedeven more at the thought of them. "Yes, you like those tight jeans,right Lane? Watching girl’s. Emotions ripped through her like a fever. He tasted like wine, and smelled of the campfire. His hands slid down from her chin to cup her breasts, as his mouth was still fixed on hers. Feeling his hardness pressing against her belly she pulled back. She looked up into his eyes and then looked down to his waist, pulling back… her hands slid to his hips. She pushed down his pants over his waist, exposing the hardness of his desire, barley contained in a light linen shorts. He stepped back.