L'alcool et la pénombre aidant nous nous livrâmes davantage à lafrénésie de l'instant. Face au noble châtelain je fis en sorte que majupe fut da...antage remontée sur les cuisses. Celles-ci se concevaientcomme des offrandes. J’espérais que ma chatte gonflée de tantd’espérance et d’attente explosât à travers le fin tissu de la culotte.Je percevais que sa queue devait être bandée jusqu'à la souffrance.J'eus voulu effacer la présence des deux autres comparses pour me jeterdessus et sucer. Sur le. Elise, on the other hand, was the good girl in the most stereotypical ways: straight A student, part of the church choir, public service enthusiasts, and head of the student council. She was smart, beautiful, innocent, and saving herself for marriage.Have you figured out why they were in Vegas yet?As different as they were, Cody and Elise really were the perfect match. Like sweet and sour, or peanut butter and jelly, or milk and cookies, you get the point. They complemented each other. "Is that what they looked like?" he asked, after wiping off his mouth. "Just two blokes wankin' off?" "Naah, they were a bit more touchy-feely than that. They were more into each other, if you know what I mean..." Brian nodded but I could see he didn't really get it. "And their arseholes... oh yeah! I forgot to tell you what their fuckin' arseholes looked like!" "You could see them?" he asked. "Yeah... I told you, they had their legs wide open. That was part of the touchy-feely thing. Where. Now a new confusion plays across her face. She’s feeling something, something warm and wet down low. The camera at her rear shows what’s happening. Her crotch already had a damp line from the running. But now the damp is spreading. Her hand flies to it, to feel. I’ll wager she thinks she’s lost control of her bladder, that she’s peeing into her shorts. But as soon as her hand reaches that hot patch, she knows it’s something else.It’s arousal. Pussy juice is swamping her shorts.A new sensation.