Vicky was wearing Brandon's white button down shirt, a little drunk from being out earlier that night. The top few buttons are undone so that you can see the round fullness of her breast and the depth of her cleavage every time she lean down. The bottom of the shirt hangs to the middle of her thighs, just barely covering her ass as long as she don't bend over. And she have her pantie on too, always the same black cotton string bikini ones she wore in high school.She was bare feet, her long brown hair in a tousled ponytail, a little damp at the nape of her neck from sweat. Of course, she have just been fucked. Brandon, her boyfriend was still in bed, watching the movie they had popped into the VCR. she always do this, come down for a cigarette after they fuck, and if there's a bottle of wine open in the kitchen, she would pour herself a glass. Brandon has the coolest parents. They never seem to care about that kind of stuff.As she stepped down the last few stairs that lead into the l

"Yes please!! Please I beg you.... Fuck me... I'm begging you, bury that fucking dick all the way inside me... oh please!!!"He slams his whole dick deep into her pussy and she cried out... "Ohhhhh!!" Randy's dick was bigger than Brandon's... He filled her so completely and was even stretching her pussy wall... She groaned when she realize that she had his son's dick in her less than an hour before. She feel like such a cheap little slut... and it only makes her hotter for Randy.Holding her hips firmly, he slides his dick out of her only to roughly thrust it back in, her body jerking forward with every thrust. He pulls on her ponytail hard and pounds her harder, harder than she've ever been fucked. "More, gosh!, more please... oohhh fuck, I'm so close!!!" He rapes her pussy again and again until her feet are dangling off the ground, her whole body spread out on the table."Ohh that pussy's so fucking tight... cum for me you slut... Cum all over my dick!"she cry out again and her pus

While Sylvester was telling them a story about a different conference, she felt his hand grazing her back. She shivered as he moved it lightly down across her hip, keeping his movements subtle so Lauren couldn't see his arm behind her. His fingers traced the curve of her bottom, and then back up her spine. He kept telling his story, charming Lauren with his quips and ease, while Karen felt a moist spot form between her legs. It was all she could do. She wish she could push him against the bar and grind her body against his. It was a torture not to be able to fuck him at that instant.Sylvester looked in her direction and smiled. "Would you ladies excuse me for just a second? I have to make a quick phone call, but I will be back in a minute." "No problem, Sylvester," Karen replied as casually as she could. "We're not going anywhere."Karen caught Lauren, watching Sylvester in silence as he walked away. She knew she was checking him out, that she was interested. Now she just had to pla

Sylvester finally emerged from under her skirt, crawling on the bed, his dick bulging against the cotton of his boxerbriefs. She pulled them down and took out his dick, so stiff and firm, the dick she had been imagining for months. She stroked it slowly, imagining it sliding in and out of her pussy, opening her, splitting her in half. she rubbed her fingers against the tip, the ones that she had been fucking Lauren with. Her juices were still thick on them and she spread them all over the head of his dick, making it shiny and wet. She looked over at Lauren and smiled. "Want to taste your pussy, Lauren? It's very sweet..." She licked her fingers and watched her crawl on the bed to where Sylvester sat. She slid down to the floor and got on her knees, pulling him to the edge of the bed. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the base and moved her pretty pink mouth to the tip, sensuously licking her juices from his dick.Karen watched Sylvester's face as Lauren took his dick into her war

They were so wet that she could feel the juices soaking through onto her finger, and she let herself touch her clit through the wet fabric for a few moments before she took her hand out of her skirt.she couldn't do this in the kitchen, she thought, and she quickly made her way to her room, which was downstairs. she left the lights in the den off, the light coming through the windows enough to see, and left the door to her room open so it was lit dimly. she started to unbutton her shirt, wanting to get her bra off so she could rub her breasts properly. she glanced in the mirror as she did so, and laughed at herself, shaking her head. she usually didn't have to masturbate -- whenever she wanted anything, Chris was more than willing to give her what she needed. If he wasn't watching hockey, of course. And when she did touch herself, it was usually at night, in bed, before she fell asleep. she don't think she had ever done this before -- purposely gone downstairs and stripped to masturba