I want to make you MY woman". I felt so warm by his words and wanted him in me more than ever. I stood and turned and bent over leaning on the back of...the bench seat. Phil came up behind and gently lifted my dress. He dropped to his knees and licked my cunny after slipping my g string aside. As I smoked it felt glorious and soft. He then stood and I felt the head of his cock at my hole. "Oh yes Phil. Take me please. Make me your bride". A little pressure and I felt his head pop in. It was hard. She was kind of tall maybe 5'8 and really scrawny one of those long lean volleyball player type girls and she had long light brown hair down to her butt. She was maybe 16. When i was over there i caught a glimpse of her as she walked from her room to the kitchen and she had a tight blue holister shirt on and some super short little blue volleyball player type booty shorts. Her petite little tits looked great also she had that really padded bra look where her boobs were perfectly round and. It only took a few strokes of the mans cock before he was rock hard. He pressed the tip of his member against Elizabeths plush lips. Her eyes shifted from her friend up to her master, eyes sad, wondering why he would do something like this to her. Open, Elizabeth, he commanded her, voice calm. She frowned, and then opened her mouth, not wishing to be punished. Kurts big hands looped through her blonde hair and pulled her head onto him, feeling his length bury into the back of her throat. As he. She just stood there, grinning. “Kira, girl, your face is soooo red.” I could only whimper in reply, I was so needy and high from being sexed up in public. Just you took my hand and walked me away. A minute later we were walking hand in hand down the sidewalk of sorority row, pussies wet and oozing. There were plenty of sniffs, upturned noses, and catty remarks. With each one I could feel Sophie’s hand grip mine harder. My near-orgasm got wetter and closer every time someone called us trashy.