A fourth stiff shaft, this one from Thailand, is shifting underneath her. Anya rises slightly on her knees as Kiet slides his legs, feet first, betwee... her bare thighs. He attempts to line his Thai cock with her bobbing wet pussy lips. Soon, as Anya churns downward while jostling with three cocks around her face, Kiet’s enters her from below. Anya briefly removes her mouth from Sacha’s thick, wet cock and, while continuing to grasp the other two cocks, gasps with pleasure as Kiet holds her bare. She hadn’t met the girl I had been holding, but I could feel that they formed an almost instant bond.Dee hates her social studies class because she knows more about their studying places than her teacher. She won’t mind skipping class.I asked the principal, “Can Dee skip her social studies class to go take this girl off somewhere for fifteen to twenty minutes?”If anyone else asked, you would tell them to pound sand.The office staff called to tell her social studies teacher that Dee was helping. I could still make out a couple of handprints. I lightly caressed her cheeks with the fingertips of one hand while the other still rested in the middle of her back. "Wow, look at that," I whispered to myself. I slowly made my way around her whole ass very lightly, touching every hollow and curve. I slid my other hand slowly up between her shoulder blades where the skin was cooler. The contrast was intoxicating. "It warms up nicely, doesn't it?" God... your hands feel so good, Sir." It looks. I slowly let the handle return to its normal position and let go, I looked down at my feet, taking in my complete nudity noting my nipples were sticking out and rigid, deep red in color, engorged with hot blood now coursing through my body, my clothes discarded on the bathroom floor, topped with my lacy brassiere and thongish panties, soaked with my perspirations build during the table conversations, the three men egged by my drunk husband, sizing me up as he spoke disparagingly of me and my.