Don't cry. We'll figure something out."Kristin, having just turned fourteen, and having experienced missionary sex a total of three times, had no idea...what alternatives might exist. She continued to cry."Look, there are other things we can do besides just fuck this way," Matt continued, with a voice that displayed a little more sensitivity."You remember how I made you cum the other day when I kissed and licked your clit?"She nodded agreement."And you can always give me a good blow job. That. .. so sorry. Please, agapi mou... it's me."The tension left her body with the sound of a soft whimper, a sound like that of a wounded animal. She weakened against him; her legs trembled and would have collapsed from under her had he not been supporting her slight weight. Her arms dropped limply at her sides, her head lolling forward."Camille, please..." Niko had one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her head back with his other hand, cradling her cheek in his palm. Her skin was the color of. I was still wearing my t-shirt, and my jeans were also pulled down, only up to my knees.They kept fucking me like this for the next few minutes. I was facing the door, which I had by now forgotten, was unlocked. I suddenly saw it getting opened, and I got stunned. I moved my head and signaled Pratham, who was busy fucking my mouth.He turned around, and Vikas also stopped fucking my pussy and took his dick out. Pratham’s dick popped out of my mouth, fully wet with my saliva. I was taking long. I thought OMG, what’s he packing that it hangs that far. He said can I help with something. I said I think maybe you can, i pulled him into the pantry and closed the door. I put my arms around him, looked into THOSE EYES and kissed him passionately. Then i grasped his semi hard dick through his pants. He moaned as I rubbed my thumb over the swollen, oozing head. He slipped his hand under my dress and discovered that my Mons is bald as a baby’s butt with no panties. He slid a finger in my wet.