So unless it’s on the soles of your feet or under that head of hair, it’s got to be on your ass, what little left of it we haven’t already seen or…”He paused theatrically, looking her up and down, staring appreciatively at her still-uncovered breasts, before dropping his gaze to her groin. “I think you’ve got a little kiss mark, a bright red pair of lips…right next to your… other lips .” “Holy shit, man, isn’t she a student at your school?” “You’re an idiot, you know that?” “She’s a teenager, not a fucking stripper.” Rachel and Jim stayed quiet as the rest of us derided him. Rachel swung his way, sliding the hem of her shorts under the curve of her amateur ass as she sat up on the poker table. “I wonder,” she said, one finger hooked under his chin to pull his eyes up to meet hers, “if that’s really what you think, or it you just want to see my pretty, pink pussy.” Jim placed his hands on either side of her hips, leaning forward into her. “Sounds like I may be a winner, either way, won’t I?” “Well, do you want to see if you’re right?” He nodded vociferously as she half-turned her ass towards him on the table. “Or would you rather see what you’ll be missing out on if you’re wrong?” “Don’t you mean what you’ll be giving up to me, right here in front of my friends, when I’m right?” Rachel smiled, bringing her feet up on the table with her legs in front of her as she slid her panties asian up over her knees and then down off her legs. They rested on one slender ankle before she delicately kicked them off into Jim’s lap. I found myself, once again, struck by how adult and pornographic her moves were. For a woman who was, until me, almost wholly unversed in sex, she had an innate sense for drawing men’s attention to her, using that attention, bringing them under her control. I marveled inwardly at how I had managed to find myself with any kind of authority over this highly-sexual young creature when every one else in her path seemed held by her sway. With her feet barely covering her most intimate, and one of the last private places she had from these men (save me), it wouldn’t have taken much for Jim to crane his neck for a clearer view, but he was enjoying watching the show nearly as much as she was providing it. Rachel leaned backwards with her arms behind her for support, swinging her legs wide and placing her feet on the table on either side of her. Jim gasped audibly as he found her on full display in front of him. “No tattoo there, either, but I really like the idea.” Leaning forward, still keeping her legs spread, she cradled her hands behind his head, pulling him towards her. “Where do you think it should go, though?” We could all hear him breathe her in deeply as she pressed his lips to her inner thigh. “Here?” Pulling his head to her other thigh, “Here?” I could see goosebumps rising from her flesh as a new intensity flowed through the room. Derek was biting his lip, awestruck at the turn that poker night had taken. Jeff, who I had always doubted would’ve laid so much as a finger on her even if he had been right, now sat in rapt attention. “I think right here would be better.” Any guess about where he was going with his kisses, not that we had any, were instantly removed hearing her deep, throaty moan. She held him in place with one hand, the other clutching at her breast, pulling roughly on her nipple. Rachel began to quiver, her indian voice getting higher, faster, her breathing shallow. I knew that she was very near orgasming, and from experience, it sounded likely to be a powerful one. Fleetingly, I wondered what would happen once she did cum. She rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. She had high cheekbones, pretty eyes, and nice, full, lips. It was the same size length wise as Matt’s, but it was twice as thick. "Maybe a bit." To arms!” I can hear someone shout. Hell, we aren't even dating. Both girls burst into giggles. He won’t find out. She’s not going to call. “Is there something wrong with being Cuban?” “Oh, fuck, Mr. Reeve!” BANG! I began my gentle rocking as our bodies merged into one. I didn’t know what to make of it until a third guy entered that center stall and shut the door. I came. “That’s what Bill and Fran thought. “Who’s to say Guilt is all Corruption can turn to?” Angela asked. Then she pulled the hair back from the head of my cock, and began to run her tongue all around it. The ghouls eyes were wide as he reluctantly crawled in. She grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him against the side of the wall. Beth spoke to Susan before she ended the call. She straightens my mussed hair and parts it with her fingers. Tears were starting to flow as he stated, "she's alive? amateur With Grigori’s permission, she had experienced her only orgasm of the voyage, crying out with wild abandon while strange men jeered at her in some asian foreign tongue. Keeping my finger inside her, I put my head between her legs and licked her clit with long, slow strokes. After a minute or so Chloe realised that she was indian naked on the balcony with strangers watching her. Do you think you could handle something this large?" I drowned in bliss. Pimped by Brother-In-Law How about we do this, we go to the first party. You can’t go on like this.” The rebellious female have chosen to switch her pants for the skimpy garment fighting midway towards captain Stella's control room!