“I’m yours.” “Louder.” “I’m yours,” she moaned. “Louder!” he demanded as his fingers went in deeper, making her moan deep, her jui...ces run down her thighs. His cock and balls were full, and he was going to burst if he didn’t get inside her soon. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!” she exclaimed—practically yelled. She was drenched. He took his palm, coated it in her sweet juices, and ran it over her breasts and stomach. He lapped her up until his mouth met hers again, and he impaled her roughly. "Lascivious Lingerie," she giggled."Matching bras would look like this," she continued, stripping off her own bra and putting on another that she had brought. "This one has a flap that can be released to expose the whole tit. We call it our Janet Jackson model. And this one - hang on a second - has the hole through the center which highlights the nipple. Let me see which one would be best for you, young lady. Oh my, you have wonderful nipples. This one is certainly for you." Now there are other. Zane had knelt between her legs and leaned down to lick her pussy, finding a little of Francis's cum still in her. THAT was okay. He liked eating cream pies as much as anybody, He managed to get more as he ate her pussy. Didn't taste bad, mixed with Falina's pussy juice. MAYBE some time, later, he would put some more in her. SHE should like THAT!!!He ate her until she begged him to PLEASE fuck her, and he did. She let him fuck her for a little bit, and rolled over so she could see Francis and. He was alone.Yet he knew he was an extremely imaginative and creative artist with a promising future as a designer and he knew he would just have to stay in design school and hone his talent. He figured that there were plenty of reasons why he was ignored and overlooked. He was diminutive and quiet and certainly not the kind of boy that attracted lots of female attention. At 5' 4" he was slim and blessed with a smooth, luminous complexion. Not only didn't he ever need to shave his face but he.