“You're just a big slut for nerdy futa-cocks!”“I am!” I moaned, staring up at Guanting.She smiled and drove her girl-dick deep and hard into m... cunt. She filled me over and over. My pussy gripped her futa-cock plunging into my depths. I held her tight. I reveled in her every plunge. I savored her burying into me with powerful strokes.She filled me again and again. I was so lucky to feel her pumping away at me. She brought me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. My futa-dick throbbed. I did this for only a couple of minutes, moving from one to the other and back again, then coming up to her lips we necked again. A moment later and I trailed my hand down and lifted up her skirt.Running my fingers over the front of her knickers she gave a little groan and stood with her legs apart slightly, I caressed her as we kissed, then I whispered in her ear “Hold your skirt up” she dropped her hands down and lifted it up, I bent down and pulled down her blue panties.She had a mass of. The shame was too much to handle. I hid my face with my hands.Vikas: Riya didi pretends to be so ashamed. I wonder where this shame goes when she is swallowing our loads.Sameer: She wants to have it both ways. She knows she is a slut but does not want to show it.Pratham: Why is she so overdressed?Vikas got dressed and went outside. I knew what was going to happen now. All their dirty comments were acting like a drug for me. Sameer held my hair and roughly brought my face in front of his thighs.. The more we talked, the more we did. I spoke of long strokes and short strokes. She spoke of having removed her sweater and bra, and touching her tits. I spoke of feeling the urge to cum, but letting it subside. She spoke of rubbing her pussy outside her slacks. I asked her to slip her fingers in her cunt. She asked me to wet a finger and slip it in my ass.This was all very surreal, since she was so young. Of course, I was not complaining at all. I told Amanda I'd love to spray her tis. She.