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Left To Babysit | whiteballs | 13

 

"Well, I'm not surprised at all," I say, staring back at Lucy. "I found a double dildo in one of her suitcases."

"We did have boyfriends occasionally," she adds, "but they'd never last longer than a month."

"Did you share any of them?" I ask, as I move my hands to her thighs.

"Yes, once."

"Wow. Such a lucky guy. That's every man's dream."

"Really?" she says, moving her legs farther apart. "Then you're okay to a threesome with ?"

"Sure," I reply, noticing a drop of wetness moisten her pussy. "You appear excited."

"Who wouldn't be? I've been prodding but she kept saying you weren't interested." She starts fingering herself in front of me.

"You mean you still communicate? Well, she didn't say anything about a threesome."

She slowly unbuttons her cardigan, revealing a white tube bra inside. "She probably doesn't want sharing either of us. Can you eat me like you eat ?"

I flick her right nipple, now showing through the tube bra. She responds by moaning softly. I kneel in front of her already wet, puckered pussy and give it a French kiss. She puts her hand on the back of my head as her moaning becomes louder. Her hands abruptly push my head harder into her pussy as a stream of warm juices splashes into my mouth, soaking my jaw and forming a puddle on the tiled floor.

"You were quick," I remark as she releases me.

"Been tense lately, preparing for the parents-teachers day," she replies.

As I stand up, she unzips my trousers. "I want you to fuck me real hard-- doggie style," she adds.

She moves on top of her desk, her white asscheeks facing me. I move closer and insert my rod into her slippery pussy. As I move my hands under her tube bra and knead her small 36A boobs, I thrust the full length of my rod into her. She yells in pleasure prompting me to I increase the pace. I feel her vaginal muscles tighten as another stream of warm juices coating my cock.

Suddenly, the phone on her desk rings. I continue thrusting. She turns her head in my direction and says, "Just a second," as she picks up the phone. I stop thrusting and start fingering her clit.

"Hello... Oh!", she says, unable to control her reaction to my fingering.

 

Who is on the phone?

 
 

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