Keep it up and I might have to spank you.” Raising the underwear to his nose, Matt’s chest rose, throwing shadows between his ribs and muscle. Si...hing, he dropped the scrap of cloth to the side and grinned. Stalked toward the bed, dick bobbing. “Foreplay or you just want to get to it?” “Just get to it.” Stacey tried to keep her voice even. “So boring.” He grabbed the phone from the side of the bed and spread her legs, knee walking between them. “Fuck, baby. What a pretty pussy. Sure you. “I don’t think so, no,” Kelly smiled back.“Get naked, maybe it’ll help.”“I think I’ll pass. Thanks though.”Kristen kissed her, hard, moaning as she did. “Did that help?”“Get off me,” Kelly laughed, pushing her friend off her. Kristen obliged, sitting up on the couch, letting Kelly rise.Kristen grabbed her face, kissing her hard again, grabbing a handful of Kelly’s tit over her tank top. “Anything?” she asked breaking the kiss.Kelly wiped the back of her mouth, “No! Now cut it out!” she. She was a quick study and followed what I said. First were a few plain shots with her dressed and standing against the wall. All the normal stuff, hands to side, hands on hips, hands in hair, slightly turned with her ass sticking out some. She had a youthful figure 34b-22-34. As she’d begin taking off her blouse, I knew I wouldn’t be sorry. She wore a simple black lace bra, her tan nipples visible through the lace. Dark tan circles capping her firm conical breasts. As she took off her jeans. For the rest of the meal, she tried to hold her Daddy’s cum inside her, knowing her panties wouldn’t hold all of it and the sheer tight dress would easily stain. Her face was red from embarrassment and pockmarked with the trace of that bathroom wall. In the cab on the way home, Daddy had snapped open her panties again and let the cab driver look. The driver pulled over to watch as Daddy held her pussy lips open and ordered her to push his cum out of her. The driver had even shone the light from.