“Good girl.” Hopkins replied. Sex Misty, please guide me in.”
Peter Hopkins shuffled forward, and Misty aimed his long curving prick directly at Cara`s sopping wet hole. Peter Hopkins put his hands behind his head and sighed contentedly. Tits, ass, a mind-blowing sex drive, she can have it all.”
“And your cock ploughing through her hymen.”
“Of course.” Grinned Hopkins. Peter was moving now, alternating quick shallow thrusts with deeper penetrating ones, stretching and widening the slick velvety channel still further. This was not the shy retiring Misty that she had come to know. They had time. “Pull my foreskin back. He stared hungrily at Cara, while his fingers stroked Misty`s bare, baby soft pussy. Taking the spare key off the cupboard she climbed the narrow staircase and after knocking for a while, let herself in. She watched as it throbbed and palpitated, reaching for her. Despite all of his best efforts, Cara`s clinging cunt was bringing him off. Her pussy glistened wetly, and her hole seemed to pulse of its own accord. Another tight pussy for his cock. I want you to fuck me from behind like an animal. They had time. Peter was ecstatic when Misty had told him what had occurred, and mounted her immediately. “Grab her box!”
They both laughed at the euphemism, and it wasn’t lost on Cara either, who looked away
