It only made things worse. She couldn't get it closed or even tied; her breasts spilled out over the top, showing her tightening rose-colored nipples ...learly. And the panties were even worse, the thong placement arousing her as it slipped between her buttocks. Even worse, it held her vaginal lips close together, so that the sheer white material of the panties rubbed against them with every movement. The sheer material was being made even more transparent by her wetness, now seeping. She did so nervously, feeling embarrassed about being the only one in the room naked while I was fully dressed. I grabbed her by her hair and pushed her back onto the bed. She laid back and spread her legs for me. Her pussy was fairly chubby, but I rubbed her clit as crawled on top of her. She closed her eyes and arched her back, moaning from my touch. I wrapped my fingers around her throat and choked her, while looking at her breasts. Her nipples were perfectly pink and pronounced, and may be. He got very verbal and rough as he began fucking my face. Thankfully he was just about six inches with not much girth, but uncut. A nice cock, and I had no complaints. I gagged a little until he got tired of that, then put me back on the bed, taking a picture of me with his cell phone. I think he texted it to his friends but I couldn't tell for sure. He then raised my legs up and entered me with a condom on. He began to fuck me with great force, sweating and speaking French, but I had no idea. They lay there breathing heavy for just a bit before I saw him lift up and pull his limp dick out of her. I quickly closed the door and headed to my room and watched out my window. It was just a minute or so before I saw Jake sneak toward the street. Having just watched Angie get screwed, my dick was like a rock and I started to dig out my hidden Penthouse to jerk off to. As I was digging for it under my mattress, I suddenly thought bullshit. If Angie can get fucked by Jake, she can just as.