She always had the taste of fresh cantaloupe. And I love cantaloupe. I tried to bury my tongue in her pussy as deep as I could grinding my chin agai...nst her clit. She responded to my probing and pressure with more of her own. Her hips started moving back and forth as if she was fucking my tongue or even my whole face. I would take short breaths between times she was totally wrapped around my face. She was so wet my face probably looked like a glazed doughnut. I feel her starting to cum. When he was finished he mentioned that was just the beginning. His friend came and stood above me and told me "I think you need to be taught a lesson on locker room do's and dont's". "You sure as hell don't go around smiling at men you don't know because things like this may end up happening to you". His semi erect cock was already at about 7 inches long and about as big around as a golf ball and it was just inches away from my face. "Now I need you to open up and get my cock nice a hard so I. But I have no mercy! Her nude body struggles, jerks, her ribcage contracts, desperately trying to reach the water surface, trying to hold her breath a bit longer. But my grip around her waist keeps her under water, my big giant cock pumping in her pussy holding her tight, not giving her any chance to breathe! I know she is drowning soon, her lungs now empty of air, but I fuck her even faster, harder, deeper in her cunt, hitting her cervix everytime my full stiff dick is ramming into her. "Like what you see? Get down on your knees girl. Now!" Jenny needed relief. The girl's mouth would do. The others were busy. Jenny grabbed the girls bangs and told her use her what she wanted. Christine observed the crew scurrying to get Samantha ready then turned and saw the mature timid Jenny now taking control of the make up girl. Raised her camera and used the motor drive to take sequential photos of the gothic girl on her knees licking the leather clad mature mistress. Christine let Jenny.