She sat down on the couch, and open her legs and with her thick gordie accent said"well go on lad"I wasnt complaing i got to my knees and buried my fa...e in her cunt, the booze making me extra aggresive, i spread her lips with my tounge and started biting at her clit, my hands were already opening and spreading her pussy, i went at this for near an hour, the bitch loved it, her pussy sprayed my face with juice (another thing differnt to most young girls id been with) i was more than happy to. He started massaging the inside of her pussy, searching for the G-spot. Her hips were in constant motion, fucking his face and fingers. She was moaning, loudly."Oh Master, please don't stop. Please don't stop. I’ve wanted you to do this to me for so long."He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and moved his face down. As his tongue entered her, he began to stimulate her asshole with his juice soaked finger. His finger gently broke through her sphincter as he was eating her pussy. He started. Nick noticed, “I’ll take that as a yes. It’ll be okay. You’ll see. If it’s creepy we can come back here. I don’t care if you even sleep on my couch, if it comes to that.”Nick offered his hand, which she took and was hoisted from the deep couch cushions. She lost balanced and fell into his chest. She felt firm muscles under his t-shirt, he steadied her. “Thanks again, Nick”“It’s my pleasure.”They walked down the hallway innocently. Angela’s tension crested right before she opened the door. Then,. Lauren, please,” Natalie scoffed as her mental count landed on three. “Why not?” Lauren smirked while striking the imaginary matchstick. Natalie shrugged a response and her headcount landed on two, “It’s just time to move on. That situation is not working. Listen, you know that I live in a permanent state of arousal and it’s not working!” Lauren wanted to ensure that the virtual kindling was ablaze, so she dropped the lit match onto the soaked kindling, “Natalie, there are alternative ways.