She could tell how wet her pussy was just from how wet her clit was getting. As he pushed her head harder onto his throbbing cock she heard him moan l...oudly. She liked that she was the cause of him making that sound. Who was this man? “God yes! That is so fucking good, Suck my cock!” He said between moans. She obeyed, she could resist even if she wanted to. She sucked more and just as her mouth was getting tired as if he could tell he pulled her off. She could see his cock dripping with her. The hard grinding continued andJenna feared someone may hear Trisha yelling and come to investigate. Thiswas not what she wanted anyone to see."Lick me, now, bitch or I swear I'll scream it at the top of lungs. Andwhen people come to check it out, I'll scream ****!" Trisha threatened inscratchy voice. "Now lick me, bitch!" Jenna felt she had no choice. Trisha was right. If she were to get caughtwith her face buried in a young girls pussy, whom would they believe? Shehad to do it or risk. Usse samajh hi nahi aa raha tha ye uske saath kiya ho raha hai. Mera jhadne ka naam hi nahi le raha tha. Jaise ye tharak nahi balki koi bhoot chad gaya hai mujhe. Pata nahi kitni deyr tak main usse aise hi bajata raha. Wo behosh si padi hui thi or dard se tadap rahi thi magar main khudko rook hi nahi paa raha tha. Beech me ek baar mujhe uski choot me se khoon sa nikalata laga or main der gaya magar phir mer dimaag me shalu aa gayi or main achanak or jor se bajane laga. Maine usse jaise taise. Perhaps less casually than she thought, Robin pulled her dress higher on her lap, enough to get the hem above her knees. She felt a rush of pleasure, for she was falling back into her less than lady-like true self. Part of her online experiment was to get away from the kind of lurid behavior that easily hooked men, in bars or anywhere else. In a pinch, however, she knew how to get a guy's attention. It began by lifting her glass off the table, leaning back in the seat and parting her knees as.