Diana groveled under him as if in some primitive, pagan ritual, worshiping the prick that was soaking her so thoroughly. Indian sex Still, she had a chance to sample the residue, which was better than nothing. And that was well worth a peek, she figured. “Oooooh!” she whimpered. Holly, naughty teenager that she was, wanted to spy on her mom. But she got sidetracked. He slid his cock into her tit cleft and frigged it up and down. Jimmy shot one last jet out, then sank back, hunkering down, squatting on his heels. But, although she was holding her pussy fondly in both hands, Holly wasn’t frigging herself off. The sound was louder and most definitely that of a frenzied fist fucking. She sneaked up to his door and listened, her ear pressed to the panels. She almost fainted. Holly had been looking out her bedroom window when her father drove off. A pearly ribbon ran down her gently rounded belly and trickled into the thicket of her
