Abelinda Doggystyled On The Couch

Watch and you’ll find out.” I couldn’t imagine what he wanted to show me, so ‘what the hell’, I clicked on his cam icon, fully expecting to see him jerking off, despite his denials. If that was the case, I’d just close his video. It wouldn’t scar me for life. Sure enough, when his video image came into focus, he was standing naked in his bathroom facing his bathtub. And, as I suspected, he had his hand around his hard dick. But just as I was about to close his video, I noticed something different about what he was doing. He wasn’t jerking off ‘exactly’, even though his actions were similar to that. With every upstroke of his hand, a stream of pee shot out of his dick and splashed onto the wall behind his tub. After several such spurts, he stopped stroking his rather impressive dick and removed his hand. There was a stream of pee arching high in the air, almost straight up. I had to laugh as I closed his video, ‘THAT was different’. I was yawning, so I crawled into bed and turned off the light. I giggled again while struggling to get the image of that guy out of my head. I’d finally managed to slip off to sleep when Angie, my roommate came in. I was surprised to teen see Hardcore her. It was Friday night, and she usually spent all weekend at her boyfriend’s house off campus. “Sorry.” She said when she saw me stir. “I was trying to be quiet.” “That’s okay. I wasn’t really asleep anyway.” I lied to make her feel better. “So, what were you doing all evening while I was getting plowed from behind until I couldn’t take anymore? Oh wait! Don’t tell me. You spent the evening in the Dallas chat room watching some cowboy jack off.” I chuckled, “Not exactly, but close enough.” She rolled her eyes as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, tossing it over the back of the chair. Damn she had huge tits. They sagged though, so I was glad mine weren’t that big. “Well, if it got you all hot and bothered,” She said as she stepped out of her panties, “You’re going to have to take care of yourself. She looked at herself in the mirror - she looked like a prostitute. The hand kept stroking me. I felt the soft Hardcore fingers swirl the pre-cum over the shaft of my rigid cock. People didn't use a laptop in the entrance of a grocery store balanced on a shopping car seat. Like I said, she just was not my type, but she had different thoughts. But I knew how to distract him. “Here sweetie, take a couple of hits off of this and we’ll see how quickly we can play cunt punch,” she said as she passed it to me. “Then sit!” Miss Jones ordered. “This is how people used to spend their time before computers. The contents within were mercifully spared from the heat and impact. My cock twitched at the proclamation and I grabbed a quick glass of juice until they were finished. The cheerleader also had that sway, my cock aching now. “That’s another thing bothering me. My dad drove me here. I was so worried that they were not okay, because they are getting rather large for a young teen like me.” Another swish and another pop. "Sure that would be better than sitting here," Chelsea answered. I stopped and moved up wanting to be in her. As Gemma teen put down her next card the game was over. Prem nodded with satisfaction. “But I guess it’s okay for you...