“Sorry, I’ll get it together.” Lacy returned to practice realizing now was the time for volleyball, but she caught herself looking at the Swedes...several more times during their workout. After practice Callie and Christy, the team’s libero whose long red hair was done up in a bun, approached Lacy. “So which one are you hot for.” Christy asked. Lacy was a bit embarrassed her desire was so openly visible, but she got over it. “The tall one in the middle who seems to take charge of them all.” Of. Her legs were opening stood with her hips pointing forward pushing her pelvic area out towards him, his head dipped down he moved so he was sideways to her and then he put his mouth over her she was trembling her hands went to her breasts and she pinched the nipples and pulled them and turned them, his head moved up and down in a sideways motion following her lips, his left arm was behind her I could see two long bony fingers pushing into her. She squealed a little, I looked closer his thumb. Needless to say, the fighting you were partaking in has long since either resolved or moved to another front, something you quickly realize as you wake up and find yourselves confronted with the sight of rubble, more rubble, and- Hey, is that a person? No, wait. It's more rubble. You sigh and palm your pounding head, patting down your body to make sure you're still in one piece.Limbs, check. Organs, check. Memories... spotty. In fact, you can hardly remember what you were fighting, much less. Her breath caught and he felt her hands grabbing the back of his head. The pleasure was so intense she would alternately try to pull his head away and pull him in closer. He took his pants off and jerked her panties down. She was smooth as silk, and he wanted to taste. He didn't fuck around. He went straight for her pussy. He had her up against a wall like a whore, her knees shaking as his tongue teased her clit. He found it and sucked on it as she cried out in pleasure. He told her not to.