“I don’t fit into the naughty bookworm type.” She told me, which I already knew.“I meant smart. It had nothing to do with your ‘look.’ Now...let me think on it. It’s not a ready project yet.”-------------------Khristi’s face had a sheen to it as he put his cock back into his jeans. He saw two other men walking up and he walked away leaving Khristi to them. One was in jeans and a t-shirt the other in khakis and a button down shirt. She leaned forward and grabbed their cocks literally sizing them. Her hands had slid around my waist and she held me tight. Then her upper body kept me from closing my legs and before I knew it her tongue was running up and down my slit.“You taste good,” she moaned under the table.“Katy, please stop.”“No, I’m loving it. Relax and let me make you come.”I guess I could have gotten away by being more violent but I didn’t want to, and on top of that it felt so fucking good. In the end I simply put my hands on the table and let her get on with it.Since I couldn’t. She steadied her voice before murmuring, “I know what my reasons for being here are.”She let him pull her towards his crotch. Her lips parted as she breathed in the scent of his sweat and his flesh mingled with the musty atmosphere of the tent and the earthy tang of the grass and the dirt beneath them. She took him into her mouth as she gazed back up into his eyes. She softened her focus, tried to fill her heart with adoration, wanting to appear servile, hoping to adopt a submissive enough pose. She crosses her legs and her sundress rides up her thigh and my dick is so hard I can feel my zipper on my jeans unzip a little. As she moves her legs around a bit, my young teenage cock is throbbing so bad my jeans zipper bout to bust open and as she's moving them around I see these 4 lines appear on the side of her thigh from the hem of the dress. I get curious as to what it is so I open my Camera app on my phone and I zoom in on her thighs (jus doing that made me even more hard) and I'm.