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She asked where we were going and i honestly couldn't think straight so i said somewhere quiettook me a while to make a coherent decision about where to park the car because of the attention i receivedwhen we got the the school parking lot and stopped i was about ready to devour her but i took my time we went into the back and she sat in the seat giving those eyes that i can never deny, fingers brushing her lips, the other hand resting on her already unbuckled pants giving a look of pure lust and wanti reach down and grabbed her sides and bite her stomach getting moan and giggles in returni come up from her stomach to kiss her mouth and neck only to hear a small whine i look and she, with every fiber of her being looked at and said please while wiggling her hips and putting her fingers in and around my mouthi smile knowing exactly what she wanted but want to tease her just a little i ask her what her what she wants, she repeats her pleas and more aggressively caresses my mouth i ask. I knelt before this cock and worked both my hands on it I was worshipping every inch, hands were still touching me all over but still no-one touched my cock. A hand grabbed my hair and I was sprayed with hot cum over my face, I opened my mouth so as to catch some I savoured the thick savoury taste on my tongue before swallowing, my face was then licked clean by those touching me, there was still a firm grip on my hair as my hands still rubbed that beautiful cock, then without any warning I felt a hot stream of piss hit me on the chest, this guy was pissing on me had I pushed him so far he could not tell he needed to pee? One thing was for sure I did not like this but knew I could nothing about it. My hair was released and the body walked away, the hands on me also left me. I made my way into the pool to wash off, as I splashed water over myself I heard a familiar voice, it was Belle, I moved towards her, she was kneeling over a man who was fucking her pussy while another guy was.
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She used her teeth too easily rip them off I giggled nervously. She moved her tongue gently, teasing my clitoris. I let out a moan, her tongue was warm, soft, and definitely talented. She swirled around my throbbing clitoris, gently sucking, and licking it thoroughly. She then took three fingers, and stuck them in her mouth until they were gleaming with her saliva. She thrust them into my tight, wet hairless little pussy. I gripped her hair, and let out a moan. I was so wet, it was literally running down my leg, and dripping onto her little fingers. At first, she slowly fingered me, thrusting them in and out at a slow pace, then she went faster, and faster, until the point where I was about too cum all over her precious petite fingers, but then she pulled out. I moaned at the intensity of my hornyness now. My pussy was visibly throbbing, gleaming with my pussy juice. She then reached into her bag, and pulled out a pink and blue spotted, 12 inch dildo. I bit my lip, my hornyness.

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