Newly Experienced: A Pink Pussy’s Journey 91 Days Post-virginity

Her bee-stung lips shared their generous appeal with her teats’ areolas. “The teenage girl isn’t yours.”
“He’s my daddy!” Katy answered, from her mane-spilling half at Jeff’s back. Frosty dangled from one of her dainty long-nailed hands by his ear. From the ballroom, more orgasmic cries sounded. Supinely cradled, her stockinged legs kicking the air, Katy squealed. “She’s mine for now,” Jeff said of Katy. “But I’d have to take it, wouldn’t I? She clutched its orbing halves with her hands. Release awaited from beatings. These sparkled on her sashes’ outer flanks. There was a scent of strawberry shampoo in her locks. Retrieving her rabbit, he thumped it with an annoyed look to her bare joggly bust. It was a comfort toy. Her glowing skin had a lingering odor of soap. Mauve curtains hid the party from Jeff’s view. Returning from rooms in the chalet where they had secluded themselves, the ladies were in dishabille. Supinely cradled, her stockinged legs kicking the air, Katy squealed.