Stiff . . and rough and brush it across your nipples . . watching your reaction…I might even take one nipple and caress it between my fingers while ...ibbling the other with my teeth….’ ‘Please!’ typed Jeanette one handed, her other hand rubbing her warm pussy lips. ‘Then at just the right moment I would stop . . . and you would be tickle tortured . . . . then after I have you in tears I would slide my hand down and gently cup your mound for a moment . . . ‘ ‘Mmmmm,’ typed Jeanette her fingers. She didn’t tire. The coke wouldn’t let her. She was in an endurance fuck and she determined to wear out all five of these studs. Leila had delusions of grandeur. She was the queen bee slut that they couldn’t resist. They were there to service HER, to service HER needs. And the constant thump, thump, thump of masculine groins slapping into her jiggling round ass cheeks, the fuck farts of cocks pumping her juicy, drooling cunt, the male groans and hand slaps against her thighs and buttocks were. My hands were on her shoulders, lightly rubbing them. Her skin felt so smooth, almost silky, and so warm. I could feel her pressure through our clothing, her seeming inability to get close enough to me.We kissed deeply, standing there. Then I started to explore, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, her ears, her neck, her chin. She was like a cat, arching and accepting my attention. I held her close, my hands also exploring the shape of her, the narrow waist, the flare of her hips, her incredibly. I think her attitude is don't get mad, get even." Get even? How? I'm here and I'm pretty sure Lucy's getting it on with Pete tonight. God knows they've both tried." There's more than one sex, you know." Bobbi Jo with Randall? She couldn't get past the snores."Sam giggled. "Didn't you bring a man with you?" Steve?" Paula almost shouted, then quieted back to a whisper. "Oh, please. He's no threat." You never know," Sam said."Enough talking," Paula murmured.Their lips met. Under the water, fingers.