Anjali bobbed her head up and down Brad’s crotch. She took in as much of his long hot cock as she could. Anjali’s face brushed up against Brad’s...thick pubic hair.Brad grabbed the back of Anjali’s head and began lifting his ass up off the bed, plunging his meaty dick deeper down her throat. His balls were bouncing inside Nikhil’s mouth and she loved the feel of them hitting the roof of her mouth and back down against her wet tongue. Brad released one of his hands off Anjali’s head and reached. ”Melissa pushed aside her disappointment about the shift in his mood. It was clear that he wasn’t comfortable with his pain. Knowing he wanted to change the tone, she decided to take a new direction. Grinning mischievously, she unzipped her dress’s side seam. She slid forward off the desk, then lifted her dress’s straps from her shoulders, letting it skim off her to land in a crumpled circle on the floor.Standing only in her blue five-inch sandals, she asked innocently, “You mean, like this?”He. “Yeah, had I been their goalie, I’d have wanted no part of that thing!” There was much laughter. “I’d have dived the other way, in fact. Ann, that was a superb shot. Next time, please take an inch off the height. We might need that goal someday.” There was laughter. “Seriously, that shot rang the goal, it’s just too bad that it hit the crossbar so squarely. I’ve never personally seen such a doozy of a shot.”“Also, by my estimation, our youngest whippersnapper ran the offense all game, a game. She wanted a place where she could really let loose.And so the young chef had gotten in contact with a few of her old high-school friends, two boys who she knew had just started their second year of college.Carlotta had gotten a few recommendations from them, and proceeded to head to the rowdiest college party that she could find. It was a few miles away, but she knew it would be worth the travel.She was right.The twenty-three-year old had dressed in her skimpiest new outfit: a blue top (with.