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Our fingers slightly brushed. I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me. I started sweating, and my full body was covered in sweat.I quickly moved away from him and turned to face him. My shirt was just sticking to my body because of sweating, making my boobs even more obvious. His eyes roamed from my lips to my boobs to my pussy. It was as if he was eye-fucking me again and again.I felt naked and tightly pressed both my arms against my boobs when my fourth button broke from my shirt flew and him in chest opening my shirt even more. Now, I felt my bra lose. If I did any movement, it would just expose my whitely perfect shaped melons.I began to sweat even more, afraid of exposing myself even more. A sweat bead formed on my forehead traveled to my lips. It passed through my neck and fell inside my bra. I saw him taking a gulp when he saw the sweat going inside my bra to the dark.He kept staring at my boobs. I called him out by his name and brought him back to his senses. He bent. It was a man. Jenna quickly started moving her fingers in and out of Stace again, not wanting anything to happen to her. Stace quickly began moaning again from the pleasure. The man pressed his face against the side of Jennas face as he took a deep breath in of her scent, he whispered, you smell so good. His hand grabbed her breast that were still naked. She could feel how hard his cock was since he was press against her back. If you say anything or scream, Im gonna be showing your girlfriend a good time, he whispered as he kissed her cheek. She could feel his 5 oclock shadow poking against her. The only thought running through her mind was that this was not good. I want you to lick her pussy and tell her how much you want her, he ordered. Jenna was trap and she knew she didnt have much of a choice. She bent over and began licking Staces pussy as she took a moment to do what the man wanted and moaned, Mmm, I want you so fucking bad right now then returning to eating her pussy out. .
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