He then released Sandra from the wall and hooked her chain to a loop at foot of Cindy’s exam table. “Sandra, Cindy is a mess. You will clean her p...ssy with your tongue. Leave not a trace of cum or blood on that lovely girl’s pussy. It would be nice if you helped her to another orgasm, as well.”Sandra just sat on the floor below Cindy’s leaking pussy. Jim became irate. Grabbing Sandra by a fist full of her hair, he shoved her face violently into Cindy’s sloppy pussy. When Sandra resisted, Jim. He was wearing the panties under the leggings and skirt - and none of the layers did anything to hide what the clothes were doing for him. At the thought of his arousal, I felt myself getting hard as well - in no small part because of the memory of the last time he’d worn his silky undies. We didn’t do much fishing that day, but our rods certainly saw a lot of action. When we finally did decide to call it quits, it was because of soreness, rather than a lack of enthusiasm. In the end, he. So, I went to the liquor store bought half bottle of magic moments and went to her place. We drank that we both were exhausted.Then we did random stuff. We were in her bedroom. She was lying on her stomach. And I was beside her then I kept my left hand on her back she didn’t respond. I was happy with it then I started massaging her back from above her clothes. Watching no response from her I pushed my hand inside her top. I was touching her bare back in no time. Then I rubbed my hand on her. He then picked the girl up as she locked her long legs around him. He thrust his long stiff cock all the way inside her and I heard her scream out, her voice marked by a mixture of pain and ecstasy. He rammed her relentlessly, as she gripped the shelf behind her, to brace herself against his pounding thrust. He fucked her for ten minutes. She had several very intense orgasms. They were trying to keep the noise down, but she was moaning quite loudly and Mr. Wong was joining in the chorus.When.