Stephan doesn't mind though, he's not the type for crowds anyway and this way it should be easier to follow the signs to the dorm rooms. 4th floor, ro...m 4.69.He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69.. My large, manly hand slid beneath her low cut tank top and started to massage her fleshy orb. Her breasts were a wonderful fit for my hand. Her nipples, like little erasers, pushed out against the confines of her shirt. She gave a soft moan when I took one of them between my fingers and lightly pinched. I raised her from my lap, stood, and guided her back to my bedroom. She giggled a little as we walked down the hardwood hallway of my older home. Hand in hand, we entered the bedroom. Unlike. Once she got to the bedside, it was suddenly as if Sandra didn’t know what to do. She clasped her hands together close to her chest, her body shaking uncontrollably. She looked up to see me in the doorway. “You bastard!” she cried. “Have you hurt my baby?!” She lay down beside the girl, as if covering her naked body from my view. She reached for the girl’s wrists that lay stretched above her head, but saw that she was powerless to do anything about the handcuffs that held those wrists. Her mons was smooth and the fine labial lips were candy pink with arousal. Her wetness shimmered in the bright summer light. Easing a single finger inside, a viscous heat engulfed it. Adding another finger, she parted her lips to show him her wet hole. His heart was pounding so hard, it made his ears ring.“Eat my cunt.”Pulling his hair towards her craven sex, he took his prompt.The sensation as he slid his tongue into her slit eased an absentminded gasp from her. Emboldened, he took to Eva’s.