‘Mmm, Isabelle...I don’t...um...I’m not like this...whatever you’re, uh, doing to me...make it stop…’ Scarlett’s voice was distant and f...agile. She’s about to crack, thought Isabelle. Delicious. Is this what I’m like? ‘Wow, Scarlett, you sound so horny. It must be so hard wearing such an itchy, uncomfortable bra when your breasts are so sensitive, and all you want to do is touch your lovely tits...’ Suddenly she pulled backwards, Scarlett sliding off her legs and onto the mattress. Her. “Là comme ça ... Oh, oui!”I licked and sucked as I massaged her other breast, then after a time, switched. When I reached between her legs, she was sopping. I wanted to taste her there, but Charlotte had other plans.She sat up and pushed off her robe, guiding me to do the same. She positioned me on my back, she swung a leg over me and guided my dick to her opening. With a sharp breath, she impaled herself. She kept me deep inside her for a moment then lifted to watch my white dick emerge, shiny. He didn't even seem to notice her weight. She struggled a little and found herself as firmly trapped by him as if she had been embedded in a solid block of concrete.Bradford took out a ring of keys and opened the chain-link door that she couldn't get through earlier. She cursed under her breath. If only she'd had those keys. The blonde girl's pussy still stung a little from the effect of the broom handle fucking, but not as much as her asshole. After all, she had been eaten out. That type of. ’ She turned around and took off her top. Her back was mostly revealed, minus the bra. While she wasn’t thin by any means, her body didn’t appear to have a whole lot of fat around the mid section. She looked pretty good from the back. She slipped on a blue shirt and turned around. The shirt was not very revealing, except for right on her chest, where it wedged downwards towards the center. I could see a decent amount of cleavage. ‘Pretend you don’t have a girlfriend for like, one minute. I’m.