Her legs were parted so I put my leg in between hers and she rubbed her groin against my thigh. I could feel the heat of her groin, and she could feel...the hardness of my dick against her body. The only thing that kept us from ripping of our clothes right then was the fact that her luggage had been lost on the way, and the airline had found it and was sending it to her right then.We fell on the bed and dry humped each other, rolling around so we could feel and touch every inch of our bodies. Our. His cock slid about an inch inside."God, do it, fuck me!" she whispered."You're very beautiful," he praised, keeping his penis in a fixed position, not driving it in any deeper.His inaction was tormenting her. She didn't want to be slowly aroused, she simply wanted to get the hell fucked out of her. She started making whorish rotations with her pelvis, arching up and skewering herself on his penis.If he wouldn't take the initiative, she would."Oh, Jesus, Sam!" she groaned, feeling his cock. Looking up I am absolutely shocked by what I see. The tentacle seems to have applied more pressure to Kristen’s pussy. What shocks me is it’s not longer moving, and Kristen is grinding her pussy against the appendage. Her pussy appears to be absolutely soaked in the tentacles slime. I look up to see my beautiful girlfriend looking down at the creature. A clear look of determination on her face as she grinds into the tentacle. I try to yell her name, but my voice is still gone. My body relaxed,. We didn't strike any very overtly lesbian poses, but we did press our breasts together, each of us on our knees on the mattress at the time. Once, she kissed me on the lips, and I heard Don's camera clicking away, capturing the moment. Don told us to face away from the camera on the bed, side-by-side, and he took the most suggestive and erotic shot he'd taken all evening -- the two of us, on our knees, legs slightly spread, our two hairy pussies raised up and winking obscenely at the.