My hopes were quickly dashed when her white cover-up was gone. I’ve got an idea, go get it and zoom me, Tia’s got my email. “Please get your massager ball, I would like to see you use it. When we brought up the “audition tape” for being Taisha’s cunt licker Chantelle’s demeanor became much more serious. I did get some fresh ideas. She lightly stroked back and forth with her fingers while her hand pushed my skirt higher. That is the hottest, sluttiest thing I’ve ever seen. When the tape began Chantelle’s eyes widened as Michael’s voice blared. (Five counting the restaurant.) While I stared at the ceiling convulsing in pleasure, my arm thumped against the strapless black cock Taisha fucked me with just days ago. I can tell you her panties are quite wet.”
“Why are your panties wet, Lizzie?” Chantelle asked taunting me. Fuck!” I whimpered. It was strapless with short sleeves and cut straight across her chest with a subtle V in the center.
