Running my finger tips up the inside of my soft silky thighs my hips arched as my fingers reached that sweet meeting point between my legs. I softly ...ran my right middle finger over the edges of my swollen pussy lips, so softly at first I could barely feel it. It almost tickled, but it sets off sparks in me.My pussy was so wet there were juices sliding out of it. I reached down and using my thumb I slowly dragged it up, parting my soft pussy lips and brushing against my hard clit. Running it. He watched over her as she texted, making sure she didn’t text anyone to come pick her up. All Sophia wrote was that she had to stay at Sonya’s house for a group project overnight, and her parents believed her. “Typical gullible Asians” Liam thought to himself.The three men continued to fuck Sophia for a few minutes until all of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Another five men were at the door. Some were Liam’s football friends, some were his mutual friends. Some were as old as 40 and simply. “Enough fucking around. Take off my pants and get started.” I still held the snifter in one hand but put my cigar down in the ashtray. She slowly got down onto her knees and after a few moments, started to undo my belt.“Unzip me with your teeth.” I snarled.After popping open the top button of my Armani pants with her lace gloved hand, she leaned over, fished around for the zipper and slowly pulled it down with her mouth. It was actually quite difficult for her considering how hard my dick. I imagined feeling and squeezing her panty clad ass before fingering her panty clad pussy. I imagined pushing her panties aside with my finger to finger my mother's cunt while rubbing her clit. I imagined masturbating my drunken, sleeping mother.Then, not nearly done sexually assaulting her, I imagined unhooking her bra, and removing her panties. I imagined stripping my drunken mother naked. Once naked, I imagined photographing her and posting her naked photos online. I imagined showing all of.