But suddenly, a pair of fingers forced themselves in her tight virgin pussy, Vix cried out in shock, but it quickly turned to a low moan. She turned a...ound to see the culprit; it was a drunken raccoon hooligan who reeked of yesterday’s trash. But instead of being hating the man, she looked into his dark black eyes and saw the person she wishes she were: unrestrained, wild, and free. His imperfect teeth bared an unapologetic grin, he acted on impulse and clearly didn’t regret it. He dug his. Her friend was about to speak when her mobile rung, “Hello” she said, trying to sound sophisticated. She looked over to her friend’s husband as her friend spoke on the phone, hoping that her friend’s husband would get the look she was trying to give him. “Sorry about that” said her friend, standing up to get her jacket. “I’m sorry but I have to go and meet my mother somewhere, hope we can catch up again to have that talk again though”. Her husband stood up too and gave her a stern look, “We. He gently moved his tongue against her soft pink folds. She had her hands on his head as if to guide him. He pushed her legs a bit further apart as he slid his tongue between her moist lips and up to her rock hard clit. He licked her gently at first, then took turns licking her sweet folds and sucking on her erect clitoris. He eventually pushed one finger then two into her, sliding them rhythmically in and out to the beat of the music from downstairs. She was moaning hard now and growled "I. Just on the matters of sex, I prefer to just get it done and move on with my life. Enough about my philosophy. Let's get back to the girl. Erin Avele. Well that's what her email name is, hopefully it's a fake just like mines. Too many of these girls I've seen are completely clueless on how to do this. They give their real numbers out, or their real email. I worry about them sometimes, these girls. They can really get into trouble for this if the wrong creep finds them. I really hope it's a fake.