‘Hey, you crazy galoot. This is a dance floor, not a parking lot.’ Her face was as red as her hair. I couldn’t tell if she was that mad or if it...were the dancin’ she’d been doin’. I just grabbed her hands and picked up the beat and started a waltz with her. Her face turned from red to white so fast I thought she was passin’ out. She looked like a bobcat I surprised once and it sure looked like it didn’t know whether to turn tail and run or just try to kill me. She suddenly relaxed a bit and. .his rhythm was incredible and his stamina did not disappoint. My pussy was destroyed, he was easily taking me balls deep and it sounded like a wet juicy cunt. We moved into missionary and he stuck his tongue down my throat as he roughly pounded me. I was so lost in the moment I kissed him back and we passionately kissed while he destroyed my sissy fuckhole. My clit was absolutely rigid inside my tiny cage and pulling hard on my swollen balls, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and pushed his. "It is time for some fun baby" she giggled as she smacked his ass while picking up the lube and popping its top. Squeezing out a big handful, she began running her slick fingers all over his cock, his body electric with the sensation of the cold lube and her warm hand stroking him back to full hardness before sliding a hair tie over his cock and balls. "This is going to be fun baby, it is going to keep you so hard, you are going to want to explode" with a sharp crack she smacked his dick. But what about the Brazilian? I must remember that too. And I better check her more often.Hey, wait a minute... Why would Kendra think to check my bag in the first place? Maybe because SHE'S cheating by taking undies in HER bag. Damn! What if she is? Hmmm... If she is, then I can't say anything about HER going through MY bag or she'll apologise piously and we'll all agree to make it a rule not to check bags. Damn! Damn! Damn! She's too fucking clever. Maybe she planned it that way, never in the.