“Doesn’t this one look pretty?” I had a choice. I could give my honest opinion or I could give some practical advice my mom had drilled into me...before I left home. “This looks good,” I said. “But it might be hard to wash with your other clothes in the dorm washing machines. Maybe it would be better to choose something more plain?” “Hmm,” Michelle contemplated out loud. “You’re right. We’ll have to share the washing machines with the other people in the dorm — we can’t wash individual pieces. I watched. No face. No torso. Just a close-up of a pussy. Completely bare and the skin so pale. A pussy with moist and pink labia, so close that I felt I could reach out and touch them. Maybe even lick them.It must be her, I thought, and not some downloaded video she found. Otherwise there would be no chances to take.Her body was still, and all I saw was the pussy in front of me. And then after about thirty seconds of silence, a voice came on with the video, and at the same time, two hands. He fucked me a few more times before his body stiffened up. I could feel him shaking above me right before his warm cum entered me. “Oh yes!” I exclaimed as I felt his cum fill me. I looked back to see him looking down at our bodies still joined together. He squeezed my ass before he pulled out. I moved to face him and we French kissed as he gently held my breasts. I knelt down and licked his cock clean before we kissed again. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I said as I gazed at him. He. Die Erregung von ihr bemerkte man deutlich. Ich drückte mich ein wenig näher an ihr. Ich drückte ihren Kopf sanft in meine Richtung und küsste sie leicht, zuerst aber ohne Zunge. Sie stieg drauf ein und meine Zunge rückte nach. Sie kam mir zögerlich entgegen und wir küssten uns sanft und liebevoll. Meine Finger drangen dabei in ihre Grotte ein. Sie stöhnte etwas lauter auf. Meine Finger stießen sanft immer wieder zu. Ich löste den Kuss von ihr. „Gefällt dir das?” fragte ich sie neugierig..