”“What? Are you nuts, girl? He’s good looking, smart, and his dad has more money than God; not to mention he’s crazy about you. Jesus, what’... not to like?”“I don’t know, it’s ... I guess it’s his attitude. He comes off like he thinks he’s better than everybody else sometimes.”“Oh, yeah, I forgot, he’s honest too,” Shannon quipped.Dawn just looked at her.“Okay, okay, so he’s a little full of himself sometimes, big deal. You can overlook that once he starts buying you expensive jewelry.” Dawn. I set the pasta in to cook and place the frying pan over another stove and begin to heat up the oil for the meat balls.Gavin peeks over my shoulder. ”Woo, meat balls. I like those.” He looks at me, his gaze transfers to my chest and then to the meat balls. “And those too.” I blush and slap his arm. So irritating. He skips away to the living room and pours the champagne into both glasses. Taking a sip, he hands me my glass, “Here, let me take over.” Taking my glass, he washes his hands and. .? I moved from the bed and walked towards the full-length mirror that rested against the fireplace, while you circled your clit as you watched my hard dick wave from left to right as I moved. Your eyes travelled up to my arms as I grasped the heavy wooden frame, watching the dimples of my traps hollow as I lifted the looking glass and brought it over. I placed the mirror on the bed and told you to straddle it. The unexpected instruction shocked you and you gasped as you arched your leg over. She pressed her thumb firmly into my swollen perineum, and began working my prostate from the outside as well. I moaned deep in my throat; a guttural, animalistic sound as my cock and ass spasmed around Aimee’s fingers. “How does that feel?” she asked. “Fu....Fucking....unbelievable!” I replied, gasping uncontrollably. “Put a third in.” The third finger slipped in easily. My cock was streaming pre-cum and was involuntarily spasming as Aimee finger fucked me. I could feel an orgasm approaching..