Je blik is stoer. Uitdagend. Alsof je zeggen wil “hier voor jou ligt wel een echte vrouw, kan je me wel aan kerel?” Hij voelt deze sfeer. Verslapt... En toch zet hij de stap tot tegen je poes. Zijn vreemde vinger glijdt tussen je kutlipjes en hij voelt dat je nat bent. Hij kan. De ogen van zijn vrienden en de ceremoniemeester en deze van het ganse publiek zijn op jullie gericht. Ook de mijne. Maar dat merk je niet eens. Je bent te gefocust op hem en dit moment. Hij duwt. Niet eens zo krachtig. They say dreams don’t come true, yours sure have if Keith is with you, he has been the only one you have ever kept on about for years now, you wondering how big a cock he had to how long he could keep it up, I bet you have some idea now lol, YOU DIRTY GIRL, the house is yours, I have already told you this. It will be my dream if you accept it, after all you are my best mate, big sister and was always been there me, when you and Keith get married it will be your wedding present anyway from me, I. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a slight bulge in the front of Tim’s pants. “She’ll be awakening in a few minutes.” Tim explained. “Can you keep her out for a while?” I asked. “Sure!” Tim said, as he gave her another dose of the gas. “She’ll be out for at least 30 minutes now.” Tim said, adjusting his hardening cock through his pants. He knew what I wanted him to do, and my cock was half hard now too. Just to be sure Tim knew it was alright with me, I told him to do as he pleased with. There was no mistaking what this was. Jamie was fucking her, and Arielle was fucking him back. An observer would see, in that moment, two lovers tightly holding each other, her upper ass hanging out of her unbelted jeans and his undone buttons flipped to each side of his cock. He was pummeling her womb, against the wall. Raw and primal, their fucking was unbroken by words; only breathing. Jamie could feel it coming. From deep inside his balls, he could feel the orgasm beginning to build. .