Steph had only found a few girls where they should bottle their pussy up and sell it off because it was that damn good. Amanda was one of those girls.... Something about Amanda’s pussy always made Steph’s mouth water. It could be because Amanda always smelled good to Steph. Or the fact that whenever Steph touched her friend’s pussy it always moistened right up. Or it could be the fact that Amanda’s personality always hit a good spot in Steph’s brain. Or it could be for the simple fact that Steph. That thought is squished out of my head when you curl your upper body forward, put your hand in the back of my head and mash my face into your pussy. I ravenously attack your lips and your clit - nibbling, flicking, sucking, licking - my lips and tongue a torrent of passion. My thumbs and fingers massaging and manipulating your precious folds. Your moans guide me now that you have slumped back onto the pillow. I know they guide me well as you thrust your hips against my face. I don't need a. Each had a sidearm and blackjack. The guards were all smiles as we entered and they just seemed to be laughing and joking a little too much. As we go in it was obvious that these guys were either drinking or smoking dope, but you could see they were all slightly high. As the ‘captain’ asked me basic questions about what was in our luggage, how long we planned to stay, and things like that, I was very nervous with the way the others keep eyeing Ann and Dawn, and making joking comments. Once my cock was out of her mouth she guided me down and made eye contact as she took me between her legs.Looking at me Nat said, “it’s been two years Pete”, and kissed me as she guided my cock into her wet pussy. She moaned, “Oh Pete, oh you feel soooo good”. I was slow and deliberate in pushing my cock into her wanting pussy. Each stroke a little deeper, using all my senses keyed in for tells as to what might cause her pleasure or discomfort. I whispered into her ear “you’re so beautiful, so.