That puckered opening gripped her digits so tight as they plunged into them. She whimpered and groaned, her small tits jiggling as wiggled her hips at...me. I leaned in, her bush tickling my cheek, and licked at her folds.“Yes, yes, yes,” yowled the naughty catgirl, her fingers plunging faster. She shoved a third finger into her twat as I savored her sweet musk. What a delicious treat.I lapped up her juices then moaned, “Oh, your passion taste so good, Zanyia. I can’t wait until you’re squirting. The delivery guy seemed busy withhis credit card processing and didn't seem to notice. I just stood therewith a hand on the door, waiting for this torture to be over, but images ofblack cock kept creeping into my mind. He finally finished with his calland handed me a receipt to sign. "I'm sorry but I don't have any cash for atip. I just got back from out of town and I don't have any money, I wish Icould help you out", I said meekly. "You don't need money to help meout. Lots of faggots tip me. Laying on her back, mouth open, legs spread she waited for them to start. Coach was first and plowed his cock right down her throat. Her body twitched and she arched her back. He pumped her throat a couple times and then held it deep. She could feel his pulse and the dick get thicker and harder as it reached it maximum size. She wanted to swallow it deeper but her mouth was so full she couldn't.She then felt Mr. Newnen grab her legs and lift them up and spread them wider. She could feel. ” He had driven Jane and her boyfriend Steve home. Steve glared at her from the back seat, and Thom could see it very well from the driver seat. Thom wasn’t the only one aware of something happening, so was Steve, who said nothing. He just stared angrily from the back seat. As they pulled up to Jane’s mother’s house, Jane and Steve got out, Steve stomped away, without saying a word. Jane said thank you, and then reached across the seat to where a pen and envelope sat. Quickly she wrote her.