I was standing in my underwear, too stunned to move. Her red face and body, as well as her disheveled hair, gave the appearance that she had been touching herself rather than looking for a place to eat. I’M A LESBIAN DYKE BITCH WHO LIVES TO BE KNOCKED UP BY THIS FUCKING STALLION OF A MAN!”
I pulled out of her, watching my cum pour from her gaping pussy like a jar pouring molasses. I couldn’t take it anymore. Trisha entered a moment later, sharing Karen’s red appearance, as well as panting. I’ll be back in a few minutes, but I have to check on something in my car too, so it’s going to take a while.” I took a few seconds to stand so the girls would have time to cover up. But suddenly Trisha leaned back and put her hands in her lap. Her hand was on her twat, rolling her small red clit across her fast little fingers. “Hello? She reached her other hand down into her purse and pulled out a little mirror she
