Hafsah was grinding her large ass along Patrick's crotch and Patrick was kissing Hafsah's neck which was sending electric shocks through Hafsah's whol... body. Patrick was now slowly kissing Hafsah's back and he was slowly lowering himself. Hafsah turned around and laced her hand on Patrick's head and she said 'Why don't you lick me out?' Patrick accepted the proposition and he lifted up Hafsah's abayah and he noticed Hafsah was wearing a pick g-string. Patrick then started to squeeze and rub. TJ’s reply to Alex is, ‘Bene, cerco di essere.’ (No clue!) Alex, you have a nice Neapolitan accent, but for Kelly’s sake, we should continue our conversations ‘in inglese’.’ Alex responds, ‘Thank you TJ, my relatives are from a town very near Naples.’ To which I respond with some amount of pique (French word for grumpiness) and a little growing nausea, ‘¡Muchas gracias, traidor!’ (Trying to remember a usable phrase from my high school Spanish.) ‘¡No hay problema, dulces!’ is TJ’s response. “While you’re driving? No.” She flinched as his hands moved to the hem of her dress.“Open your legs.” Her legs closed slightly before she surrendered to him. “Good, now your underwear, take it off.” Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened but no words were spoken. She took off the fabric barrier to her sex and handed the black thong to him. “Fuck.”“You wanted something Dusty?” She questioned him---challenged him in the front seat of the moving vehicle. “Two can play this game.” Steffani thought. As I walked in the front door I heard a faint noise coming from Janes bedroom. As I got closer to her room I heard the moans of her desire intensify. There was a long hallway for which Sarah’s and I rooms was first on the left and Jane’s room was last on the right. I knew the sound was coming from Jane’s room. As I got closer to Jane’s room I heard her moaning uncontrollably. I decided to peek around her door. To my amazement I saw Jane straddling Luis’s face with her wet hairy pussy while she.