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I could feel myself getting wetter, my bare pussy starting to throb under my thin sleeping shorts. His hand travelled lower. He slid it between my thighs and started rubbing my pussy through the soft fabric of my shorts. Slow, firm strokes with two fingers, right over my clit. The thin material was already damp from how turned on I was. He rubbed in steady circles, pressing just hard enough to make my hips twitch up toward his hand.

Broad shoulders, lean waist, the kind of abs I would love to run my hands on while taking a nap. Maxwell on the other hand wore faded navy boardshorts that probably belonged to him in high school. The thought made my lips curl without realizing it as I continued to check him out. He’s taller, lankier, built from swimming laps on the school team. According to his numerous boasts of how he was always unbeatable during his set. His shoulders are a little wide but not as bulky as Ethan’s. He still had that lazy grin on his face. Rolling my eyes, I let the cover-up slip to the floor at the edge of the pool.

Fred said, swallowing nervously as he threw a glance to the door, his fingers creeping up on her zipper. Blushing furiously from daddy's attention but eager to obey, Kelly popped the button of her denim shorts. Fred unzipped her shorts, then eagerly helped her wiggled out of them alongside her damp cotton panties. He snatched up and pocketed the soaked undies, then tossed the shorts aside. Kelly could barely contain her excitement as his thick cock surged painfully. Now fully hard, Fred's dick jumped in his boxers at the sight of her smooth, pink, puffy pussy lips, already glistening with arousal on the groaning machine.

Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

He was about to be completely naked, completely at this man's mercy. Marcus’s gaze was heavy, expectant. "Don't make me tell you again," he warned. Leo took a shaky breath and pushed the jeans down over his hips. They pooled around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. He was now clad only in his tight, black boxer briefs, the thin fabric doing little to conceal the massive, straining erection within. A dark, wet spot of pre-cum had already soaked through the front. Marcus’s eyes locked onto it. "Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Dripping for me. You're desperate for it, aren't you, you little slut?"

he growled, his hand sliding down her stomach, “but your body won’t lie to me.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down with slow, deliberate force until the fabric slid over her thighs and pooled uselessly at her ankles. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her pússy, the wet spot glistening in the dim light of the room. Liam’s green eyes locked on the sight, and a curse tumbled from his lips. “Fúck, look at you… dripping for me already.”

Putting on her sweetest smile, even when the sexual frustration ate at her, Wrenda walked over and stood beside him. She looked down and realized what he had clearly forgotten about. The front of his shorts was sodden and wet with his own juices. Clearly, he had been as excited as she had been and although he had managed to move his rigid prick so it pointed up inside his shirt the dark stain was too obvious for anyone to miss.

He groaned low in his throat. Then I dropped. Right there in the hallway—knees hitting the hardwood, cool against my skin. My shorts were still on, but I didn’t care. I yanked at Jake’s waistband, shoving his shorts and briefs down in one go. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, uncut, head flushed dark and already leaking. Bigger than the outline promised. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, stringing down. My mouth watered so hard I almost drooled.

I could feel how hard his dick was though his shorts. "Second base," he whispered. We both chuckled quietly. "These shorts are uncomfortable," he whispered. "I'm gonna take mine off." He slid the shorts down and dropped them over the side of the bed. I untied mine and did the same. Gordie was wearing dark blue plaid boxer shorts. I had on a pair of black briefs. My little dick created a bulge pointing up towards my belly button. "Can I see it, Gordie?" I whispered.

It seems he had other plans. I gasped, and not because he switched breasts. He ripped my shorts off! Let me repeat that because, wow, it needs to be repeated. Hale RIPPED my shorts off! Now that was impressive and so damn HOT! I have never had a man tear my clothes off. I wouldn’t have been impressed if this was one of my older, more worn pajama shorts. But these were new, so to tear them like that took effort.