Her pussy hugged his cock and Pete couldn’t hold back anymore. Her green eyes locked on his and he smiled. desi sex He saw a name he knew, a girl he remembered from high school. Next week.”
She walked out of his office and Pete leaned on his desk. Then he turned his eyes on little Betty. Pete stayed naked for a while watching her. Usually Pete didn’t go for easy kitty but from what he heard, Slate girls were tight as Chinese finger traps. Pete spurted and shot a hot wad of wet cum down Betty’s throat. Drool ran down Betty’s chest and wet the collar of her blouse. She moaned softly at first, whimpering softly when Pete worked his cock deeper. His wet cock wriggled in his boxers just thinking about it. He had to get inside. He moved back to the couch and the wrecked Slate girl. “It’s either that or go out there looking like
