Maya had been my party pal since college. She was the one who took care of me whenever I overstepped my buzz. When I'd be hunched over the toilet shouting for Huey, shed be there rubbing my back and holding my tits hair. She didn't usually stop at the buzz, with her it would always be one of two ways though. Either she would be the one black out drunk, or she would be going home sober as a saint. Her black out drunk states always ended the same way, she would climb into bed with me and fall asleep holding my breasts in her hands as she spooned me. There was a few times in college where we had fooled around with one another, i mean who didn't in college, right? But while she loved playing with my chest it was her chest that had always gained the most attention. She was a 36DDD. Yes, a triple D. She wasn't a large girl either, she was about average weight, I guess maybe you could say she was a little short for her age, but other than that she was just simply blessed. Of course, you can say shes blessed, but anybody who has breasts like that always resent it. The back pain, the difficulty in shopping for bras, and the attention. She loved to play with mine, I'm a 34D, and while they jiggle and bounce when I move, i wasn't under the threat of being knocked out by one of them. We had both spent years perfecting our dance moves, we could make you wonder whether we were best friends or lovers. Her leg was between mine as we both used each other as a pole to grind our hips against. Her left hand was running up and down my right leg, whenever her fingers ran over my thigh they would always come close to my ass, and she was good enough to make you think that she was going to slide her hand underneath my skirt and give you a view. But no, her hand would then slide back down to my thigh. I would let my hand rest on her hip for a while before bringing it up her body, along the side of her breast before bring it to her neck. My thumb resting on her cheek bone while Teen my finger moved around the side of her neck. Watching us you would almost think I was going to pull her face towards mine and kiss her. Whenever we were here I liked to look up at the giant mirror on the wall, the top was leaning outwards off the wall and you could see the whole dance floor. It was perfect for cleavage spotting. It was a routine that we had perfected, we didn't always do it to tease onlookers, we doggy style sometimes did it because we enjoyed walking a thin line with our friendship. It was like a game of gay chicken, we would go to the very edge and then always pull ourselves back at the right time. “How about their general hygiene?” “What are we going to tits do if your mom finds out”. For the rest of the way to the mall Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the road, obeying all of the speed laws and traffic patterns. “Yes Mom.” I said. If that’s not weird I don’t know what doggy style is… And I do love me some weird.” He had probably overheard about her mom’s strange behavior. Illth curse you! Val whispered back with her eyes closed. She tensed and let out a muffled scream, but her pussy got wetter, giving away her true feelings. It mortified Teen Mr. Taylor, who blushed and looked away. Her hungry flesh writhed about me, sucking at me. My balls quivered as they unloaded my passion. I as my vision cleared, my eyes focused on her, I saw something amazing. Milo felt her hands on the nape of his neck and lower back and slipping under his shirt.
"Jesus. That was a Super Duper Mega Gulp. How could you possibly drink it all?" "Through a straw." "Yeah, but it was like 900 ounces. How do you even fit that much Mountain Dew into your miniature body? It should be spilling out your ears." "I know. That's why I have to pee so bad." "Well, you could use the empty cup." "Yeah, I might have to." She took the cup from the cup holder, as if to consider the logistics. "Actually, there's a small amount left," she said, sloshing some liquid around in the bottom of the cup. "Cool. May I?" "Nah, I don't think you want it. It's probably all melted ice and drool. I was drooling into the straw earlier." "Why were you doing that?" "I dunno. I like to drool." I considered it for a moment. "If you're really doggy style thirsty, you could stick your head out the window," suggested Maggie. "Actually, Teen I think I'd rather have the drool," I said. "Really?" I shrugged. "Your drool's not that gross to me." Maggie giggled as I slurped the remains of her Big Gulp through the chewed-up straw, sloshing it around in my arid mouth. "Is it delicious?" she asked. It was frothy tits and lukewarm and tasted vaguely of Mountain Dew and (to my surprise) vodka. "It's wet," I said. “Nothing really,” she replied. Finally, he said, "I'll tell you what: I'm going to take this to our Board of Directors and see what they think. You’ve heard this story before, haven’t you? I briefly considered my options but decided since I was already here... river of her cum made its way along doggy style my tongue down my throat as she orgasmed into my face her cum tasted much more sweeter It felt like barely ten minutes had gone by since I sat down again. "Next time? “ Yeah, I guess.” She said “do you want to touch them?” "We all know Thorin is to stubborn to actually change his mind now. I rubbed my thighs Teen together. 'Please sir, I need this job. “What?”, I asked her, following her line of sight towards the restaurant’s entrance. She was frantic, out of control, desperately working her holes on the shafts filling them, her head rolling about, her tits back arching, her cries loud and constant. Jim looked down and surveyed the orchestrated moves of his beautiful wife's body as she willingly thrust up to meet Keith's cock.<
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