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My girlfriend had left with his friend. My other two friends had also found hook ups & the one that left with tall guy was our ride. Mr. Latin offered to drive me home with his friends. I accepted. As we were leaving he was treating me like his. He had his arm around me then he pulls me close & whispers in my ear, "I came too fast. I'm not done with you yet. I want to see you stark naked & want to taste the sweet pussy of yours too.Come home with me" Holy shit. From a supposed blowjob to alleyway sex to an overnighter? WTF?!? I had so many thoughts twirling in my head I was trying to find a delicate way of saying no but once in the backseat of his friends car those thoughts melted away. We began kissing again & he was massaging my bare legs. He kept squeezing my inner thigh so close to my pussy that I thought I was going to cum there in the car in front of his friends. Before I knew it I was moaning from his touch. He was so passionate while kissing that I didn't even realize he had. She hummed and sucked as she drew her lips up and down that iron-hard stalk. It jerked and jolted and more goo oozed into the corner of her mouth."Mom! Oh, jeez – Mom!" he gurgled, his head turned down, watching her play his cock like a flute.Holly was watching this, too – and more, besides. As Diana's head went up and down on Jimmy's cock, she had risen onto her knees. Her ass was weaving about and her pussy was spilling over in her crotch and down her thighs.Her hot-mouthed little daughter found her cunt as appetizing as Jimmy's cock and balls as she shifted her heated gaze from one focal point to the other.Holly's tongue and lips were working as she graphically imagined plating her brother's prick and, with equal enthusiasm, sucking her mom's cunt.The girl dipped three fingers knuckles-deep into her own foaming fuckhole, then drew her hand up to her lips and licked, making believe that it was her mom's cunt milk that she was tasting on her fingers.She tongued her digits one by one,.
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