My skirt shifts up as i try to get more comfortable.. My hand disappears up my skirt, coming back up dripping wet.. You see my hand and moan, “oh f...ck.." just under your breath. Your foot presses the gas pedal and you shift hard as you go faster.. As you shift, I groan," fuck yes, go faster baby.."I love teasing you baby, because I'm also teasing myself. I am getting so hot..I bring my fingers to my lips and lick my sweetness off, slowly, moaning softly around my fingers. My tongue snakes. “That’s what’s up,” the standout approved. “What are you waiting for? Pull it out!” Princeton sat down his glass and got on his knees. He unzipped his lover’s pants and pulled out a thick nine inch prick. He giggled with delight. “Oh so you like that,” Brontae checked. Princeton nodded. The hoopster said, “Then you better take good care of it.” The businessman moved closer to it. Brontae could feel the heat of his breath on his manhood. Princeton held on with both hands, kissed the uncut cock,. "Hello, big brother." Marcus doesn't respond. He only glares at Zach. "Oh, leave him alone; you know that you are not going to hurt that boy for dancing with me." Just then, a slow song comes on, people shuffle off the dance floor looking for someone to dance with or just go sit on the side until the pace picks back up. Quinn looks at Jazz. "Now it is my turn, Jazz. Will you watch my purse?" Again, she didn’t wait for a reply before she grabs Marcus's hand and leads him onto the dance floor.. Her hips wantonly thrust up for more as her legs slid up his hips to lock around his waist in an attempt to push her deep into her cervix.This only encouraged her husband to fuck her hard and deep, the shaft of his cock rubbing her clit with every thrust. Elle’s cries reverberated in the room as his cock head sunk deep into her shuddering flesh, begging him with every movement to take her harder. The friction of his flesh against hers sent her spiraling upwards to that cliff that beckoned her.