Fingering Her Wet Pussy

My head shot to my right. I buried to the hilt in her bowels expecting to see her parents walk in. My dick twitched. They would see that their nineteen-year-old daughter was my sex slave. They'd witness that she was my slut. A strange hunger shot through me. I drew back my hips, growling as the two figures stepped inside. It mature wasn't her parents. “Well, Aurora, he sounds like such a...” Paris's words trailed off as she stared at me. “Why are you fucking him!” Petra stood beside Paris. The busty, Hispanic girl's jaw dropped. “I thought you were in here fucking Chris when I heard you screaming your head off.” “I dumped that loser. I'm Justin's now.” Her head shot to her friends, her asshole squeezing hard around my dick. “He is my Master! He claimed me during the attack.” “Oh, god, tell me that wasn't real,” Paris moaned, trembling in her designer dress. She was slender and petite, her wavy, dark-brown hair spilling about her paling face. “Did I really beg for Justin to fuck me? To be his sex slave?” “Yes,” I growled, thrusting harder. “So you better not give Aurora shit this time. I may not be teen able to mind-control you any longer, but I won't let you hurt my amateur sex slave!” I’ll tell the bouncers to keep an eye on you just in case. She knew she was not gay, but suspected she may be bi-sexual. “Then why? It feels so nice, so wonderful! FUCK... Next came the body suit. After that I pinned her and claimed amateur victory. "Hey, wanna sit together at dinner?" I started teen bobbing up and down his thick joystick, while at the same time Adrian started moving his hips. “I've nothing to wear. It is like having my dick massaged at the exact time I am coming. She must have sensed my brief emotional spike and knew I had a great hand. Go mature sit in your tree, physically. You`re on your own now Grace, thought Lavinia, as she was helped up by onlookers. "Hurry up and get in here," I pleaded. As calmly as he could, Hartwell stated.