A single tear rolled down her cheek. I wiped it up, stroking her cheek reassuringly. I loved to see my cock slide effortlessly into her plump, pink l...ips, with an accompanying slurp and moan. But nothing could beat the sight of Jenna on her knees, her hand buried inside her and her breasts shaking and jiggling with the effort. I thought she might burst out of her dress. I hoped. “If you want the rest of that cock, you’d better fuck yourself properly,” I told her as I held her hair tightly,. I was looking here and there and the voice of haunted things were getting loud. I was trying hard to get free from trap but my foot was badly traped in it. I took out my mobile and trying to call my friends but I couldn’t as I lost the network.It was 2.30 am and it all had happened in fraction of second. The fog was getting more deeper and I listened something. I saw someone coming towards me and I yelled for help. I saw her first time there. As she came towards me the fog was became very high. Angel pulled the covers back up as she felt the comfort of Emi's warm body pressed against her. In this sweet embrace, the two girls talked quietly as Angel wanted to know about Emi's job in L.A. Emi told Angel all about it with great excitement. The shoot was for Metropolitan Magazine and might be used on the cover. They had shot with her for 2 full days and there had been this huge crew of people, all of them there for her. The girl was so excited and Angel was happy for her. "Angel, I owe. I begin to pound Joanne, taking her in the same way as the girl was taken in the video I caught he masturbating to last night. Ashleigh keeps up a steady commentary, telling Joanne what a dirty little cunt licker she is and I wonder if Ashleigh and Joanne have history. However, all thoughts are soon erased from my mind as the constant pounding is rubbing the base of the strap-on against my clit and I can feel my orgasm approaching.I stare into Ashleigh’s eyes as I fuck Joanne. Every thrust.