Each of them was wearing a mixture of workout or yoga gear.One of the women was wearing white yoga pants that clearly outlined her labia and displayed...a shadow of a patch of hair at the top of her vulva. Despite the dim lighting Stephanie could see that at the very base of the labia the fabric was damp.“Hello no-panties sister,” thought Stephanie, “if I was wearing white yoga pants, my entire crotch would be see-thru by now.”In addition to the scent of her own overheated pussy, Stephanie could. As I got closer, I let my pleasure out and gave into moaning some. “You’re gonna make me cum!” I moaned louder, pushing my hips up. Andy focused on my clit, running his tongue back and forth quickly, finally pushing me over the edge. My body tensed up, and my toes curled as I came. When I opened my eyes again, I realized how tightly I was gripping his hair and let go. “Did that feel good?” Andy asked, grinning. “Yeah…” I said softly, falling back on the bed. “Time to fuck then?” Andy said in. I just call him Max. His cold wolf eyes intimidate some of the mothers in the local park. They often shield their children at his approach, but he's actually great with kids. All ages, youngsters or oldsters. He'll take a head scratch or a shoulder pat from anyone, and make a friendly doggy smile for them.He has only one flaw, in my mind. He's an elitist. It clearly shows when other dogs are running the park. He seems aloof, treating them with a casual disdain, as if they were just dogs, not. "Ughh," he grunted as his interior muscles began to coax forth his seed, "Trace, I'm gonna-"Her legs wrapped around his moving waist, her ankles crossing at the small of his back."Give it to me, please!" she exhorted, her breath hot on his face.He jerked as his first burst of semen rushed out of him, his sight dimming as the heights of physical pleasure dominated his mind. Tracy bit her lip and moaned as she felt the hot flood of his fluid fill her insides, her heels digging into his lower back.