“Here you go,” breathed Samantha, passing the camcorder to Allison.
“Hey, I’m not doing it!” Allison stage-whispered back.
“Well, its your camera,” replied Samantha. “I can’t work it.”
“Hey, how d’you get my camera?” demanded Allison.
“I saw it in your room earlier. Go on. You’re missing the action.”
Reluctantly, the black girl hit the on button and held the camcorder to her eye.
“I bought this so I could film rock formations and countryside and shit,” she murmured under her breath.
“I bet rock formations don’t move like those two,” whispered Samantha breathlessly in her ear.
“No shit,” muttered Allison, zooming in on the action.
The moonlight exposed the slight forms of the Indian and Asian girls as they writhed naked on the bed. Allison and Samantha heard Anita let out a whimper of pleasure as Suki continued to finger the Indian girl’s clit. Anita lay back and the Japanese girl began to suck and lick at her breasts. Allison was shocked. Suki had seemed so quiet. She hadn’t expected the Japanese girl to be the aggressor.
“Harder, Suki,” they heard Anita gasp out. “Harder. Oh, God, Suki bite me!”
Suki bit down on the Indian teen’s nipple and Anita let out a gasp of pleasure and pain. At the same time, two of Suki’s fingers slid into the Indian girl’s pussy and began moving rhythmically in and out.
Samantha exhaled loudly behind Allison.
“Hey, you’re getting off on this,” Allison gasped.
“You mean you’re not?” asked Samantha in amazement. And Allison realised that she was. |