He left off her hands and she covered her bare chest. He slid his one hand beneath her to hold from the shoulders, breaching the gap between. While th... other hand entered her petticoat, trying to touch her wet crotch.As his fingers made movements near her clitoris, she moaned. She opened her lips as her breath was fleeting. “Ashok, no,” she was unheard. He plucked her upper lip and sucked it in his mouth. The kiss lasted for several minutes till his hands that burrowed in her petticoat had. I savored every second of it. I looked around the room. They were still hard. Wow, Im that hot that I keep making you hard? Yes, you are, slut, a Black cop said right before thrusting his dick into my mouth. It was sour with my asshole. I loved the naughty flavor. I sucked hard when a loud siren echoed outside. The men all cursed, including the guy fucking my mouth. He ripped his dick out as he raced to find his clothing. No, I wasnt done helping you, I moaned as I lay on the floor. The siren. Remember?”“No. That wasn’t sex.”“Oh! Right! Frottage!” She grinned and, showing her easy acceptance of intimacy between us, continued, “I looove frottage. I like seeing you cumming. It really turns me on.”Rachael rolled onto her side, facing me. Even on her side, she had a delectable gap at the top of her thighs, her vulva rounded and erotic, her cleft tightly closed, and pubes denser where her labia met, sparser on the sides. Her vulva was slightly darker than her café au lait skin and would. I pulled her aside. “What the hell are you doing Jamie?” I asked her. “I'm just having a little fun, whats so wrong with that?” She responded. “Its wrong because you know I like you, and your doing this on purpose,” I sad. “You know I want you!” “Your a fucking pussy, you know that?” She said. “What? What the hell are you talking about?” I said, very confused. “Your a man, right? Real men take what they want.” She explained. “I was just trying to be respectful.” I replied. Jamie grabbed my cock.