..it was...errrr..." Kayla stuttered, "you know, I can't actually remember... ." She glanced up; her father was giving her mother a look, explicit in ...ts meaning; just drop it. The blonde stifled a grin. Kayla's phone buzzed in the pocket of her skinny jeans. She reached in and fished it out, seeing that she'd received a new text from an unknown number. Holding her phone under the table, she opened the message, and staring back at her was the fattest, blackest, vieniest cock she'd ever seen.. "Well, yes Stan. That is how it works." She looked at him again. "Or don't you remember? You were the store photographer before you left. And though Seth isn't a professional model, I believe his natural presence will make a big impact in the pictures."Stan looked at my face for all of a second, and then he looked down at the underwear again. I knew what he was looking at, and I was happy that I had calmed my earlier thoughts enough to no longer be filling out the cashmere boxer-briefs as I had. She slipped them on and then checked herself out in the mirror on her door. Sure enough, without the panties she normally wore, her pussy was extremely visible, especially when she bent over. "Good", she said as she went back to her dresser. "I want to make him lose control." She reached into the drawer where she kept her bras and pulled out a sports bra she liked to wear when training. It was white and tender to be see through when she started sweating. "He's definitely going to get a good. In one smooth penetration, he remained still and watched as her body quaked and shivered. He pulled back slowly and pressed back into her slowly, almost afraid to thrust too hard, unsure of the impact of her reaction. With each slow movement, she spasmed, her back arching and her legs straining, the muscles of her legs and stomach taunt and flexing.After only a few strokes, he felt through his cock a heat and tightness from her pussy he has never before experienced. The result was a loss of.