"That’s my girl." I could hear the smile in her voice, and the pride. I felt a feeling of love swelling alongside the lust. My heart was hers."I can...��t believe this." Cindy’s words, meant for my ears only. I could only agree as I leaned backward, my hands pushing under her skirt and stroking her thighs as her fingers slipped into my displayed cunt, curling inside of me until the knuckles of her hand forced her to halt. Probing inside of me as she kissed the nape of my neck, she began to drive me. So we have this little ‘competition’ thing going on. It’s her way of saying that she won’t cringe or back down around me, even when I know what’s she’s done. It must be annoying for her, to have this old mistake held over her head.’ – ‘So … why do you do it?’ I asked. ‘The competition thing?’ – ‘To remind her.’ said Jazz. ‘To let her know that I haven’t forgotten, and that the next time she fucks up may be the last.’ For the last hour, I had been admiring the way Jazz looked in that black. It hurts a bit, your cunt wasn't built for this, but you have lost count of how many times you have cum, and you are in a sexual frenzy.Steve's cock in your mouth is begging for attention, but it's hard to focus with all that's goin on in your pussy. Steve grabs your hair, and you you give it your best and Steve cums, and in fact, huge gob of cum erupts from his cock, before you can swallow it, another and another copious blast of cum keeps filling your mouth and running down his cock. You lick. The predator was in luck and managed to secure a position where he could see through a chink in the blind where it had not been fully extended. The view provided by the chink took in half of a woman's bedroom. He could see most of the bed, s**ttered with lingerie and women's clothing lying in a heap, the coat-hangers still attached to the skirts, blouses and jackets. There had to be at least six outfits lying on the bed surrounded by the small piles of assorted lingerie. He could see a dressing.