Her other hand grabbed its head, and pulled his jaws into her. She was arching up to the sensation, her back resting on the rock, writhing into the re... haze filling her mind, groaning mindlessly. "Aaaaaagh, ooooooh, yeah." She dimly tried to growl, but the animal didn't seem to care about anything but licking harder, as though sensing her rising need. The peak approached as her head started twisting side to side, signalling a climax with this wild animal, a fulfillment of her darkest fantasy, a. He had been right in assuming she wasn’t wearing panties. Kristen didn’t seem the type.He watched on as she began to slowly run her hands from her stomach down her mound and around her clit. Her pussy was already glistening with her wetness as she inserted her first long finger. Her whore red fingernail disappeared into her hole. A second later she inserted the next finger. She pushed her fingers into herself and began to slowly take them out again, then in again. She was softly pumping herself. She was very beautiful in that moment, her long dark hair framing her tanned, delicate face, a blush giving her a rosy complexion. Her skin was still shiny from sweat, which made her green dress cling to her body tightly, showing her enormous breasts nicely. The receptionist cleared her throat and turned her attention to the computer again. "Room 221A," she said finally, handing us our key cards. "Would you like me to show you?" I smiled again. "Well, that depends on what you'd like to show. “Perhaps you’re the kind of girl whose panties are found down the back of the sofa in the morning?” I smirked. Actually I was wondering if Faye had ever been to a teenagers’ party. The idea made me nervous.“How would they end up there?” she smiled.“Some bad boy would get you behind the sofa, perhaps.”“Oooh.” She edged towards the end of the sofa and I danced with her round behind it.“So,” she continued, “all his friends would be watching, while...” She came in and ground against me.“He’d be.