There were nights I would close my eyes and envision Brittney’s face and body as I slid myself into whatever girl I was with. Amateur porn I had plans to get back to her room and unload more cum into whatever panties I could find in her laundry basket. I was able to slide my hands across so much of her exposed skin. The shirt was loose enough that I was able to pull it up enough to get a good look at her breasts. She leaned over, kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. She pulled her shirt down and looked up at me bored. You can cum on my ass and thats it.” she said rolling onto her belly. “We are NOT having sex.” she snapped, still in a whisper. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I’m just looking for a hair tie.” She found it and sat next to me on the bed. The tip flattened out. Her big t-shirt was doing little to cover her at this point. “You can finger me or whatever, until I cum then you need to take care of yourself.
