After walking in to the bar my aunt pulled her arm from me and whispered in my ear “Go get ‘em tiger” as she walked off to the bathroom. I felt ...ost not having her next to me, but knowing that she was near was comforting. I scanned the bar looking for any extra eyes on me after she left.I saw a cute blonde girl sitting at the bar still looking at me with out Priss next to me. I walked up to the bar; with each step I could feel the butterflies in my stomach bubbling up.“May I buy you a drink.” I. It was gently against her face, and she was swimming in semen... Lauralee's eyes fluttered open. The warmth against her was real, but not liquid; it was plumply rounded and softly resilient, shaped and modelled into hillocks and valleys. She smelled perfume and felt the feathery brush of silken hair against her nude shoulder. Gentle hands began to stroke her flesh, roaming over her belly to linger upon her breasts. Light fingers teased her nipples into aware erection. Hot breath stirred against. My tits bounced out of my dress. His thumb playing with my asshole which was now slick with lube inside and out, and ready. It was just a matter of when.I was already going to come, after only a few deep thrusts. I relaxed to enjoy the orgasm and then suddenly, a blinding light of pain, as he pushed himself up my ass. His cock felt even more massive, splitting me in two. He knows I like to be fucked this way. He knows I like it to be a surprise and rough. My pussy now empty, leaking fluid down. Every so often glancing towards the hole for any signs of life. Running her long manicured nails along the gusset of the thong turned the wetness inside her to a flood, her womanly juices beginning to dampen the satiny material.Slowly Leslie worked herself, trying to keep her excitement on edge. Denying herself an orgasm as she waited for signs of movement from next door. As she sat there, images on the video screen reminded Leslie of her own slutty past…As an 18-year-old college freshman,.