Her tiny pussy clamped onto Cindy’s fingers as they pumped in and out of her gushing twat. With their free hands, they groped their own breasts. His torso and engorged cock were framed by the window, his pants currently wrapped around his ankles. Her bulging breasts strained against the thin material as she stuck out her chest to show off for Stacy. Occasionally, one of the girls would slide their hand across a breast, or itch their warm, wet pussies. “I know!” Stacy agreed. He swung his drooping, distended balls, stroked his hard cock, and wiggled his junk. Determined to show her loyalty, she quickly knelt behind Cindy on the soft towel, peered down, and grabbed an ass-check with each hand. That feels so fucking weird, but so fucking good!” She closed her eyes and focused on the wriggling appendage penetrating her ass-hole. “Shit, look at him go!” Cindy stated, groping her breasts and playing with her nipples. “OMG! Her sphincter gripped Stacy’s fingers as her tender flesh was stretched, tugged and manipulated. “What do you think, whore?” Cindy asked, replying in kind. Cindy leaned up to see what was happening.
