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The Minister's Daughters | sindermann | 8

 

Judith lay there, her abdominal muscles taught in a stretch. One of them, the one who had been fucking her ass, grinned at her and left the room. The others searched through a pile of clothes and started to dress. Judith lay there, a sly smile on her pale face. She mindlessly ran her hands over her used and fucked body. She thought of all the attention they had given her. She thought of the lust they had had. Her fingers found her red pubic hair, and felt the droplets of liquid sex; hers and their's, that clinged to her. She smiled at the men who were pulling on their clothes and dipped her long, delicate finger deep inside herself. She felt the lukewarm cum ooze out of her and run down her inner thighs and onto her ass.
The door opened. The football player who had left had returned. He had is massive arm around the waist of a waif of a girl. She was Asian; and had it not been for the fact that she was dressed in the school colors, would not have appeared a day of 16.
"Ayami, clean our guest up, will you?" the football player said. Judith could see the dried cum on the girl's face. She had already had quite a night herself. The asian girl nodded and smiled. Judith looked up at them. They had stopped dressing. She could see erections forming beneath khaki pants.
Ayami shuffled forward in the "my pussy is wrecked by a dozen cocks" shuffle. Judith layed her head back as the lithe Asian girl slid up next to her in the bed. She closed her eyes and felt a warm, small tongue glide over her neck, up onto her cum soaked face. Judith's legs worked back and forth at the sensation. She felt a delicate hand slide over her midsection; over her hipbone. A small tongue worked its way into her mouth, and Judith opened up to it...

 

Who takes control?


          Ayami takes control

 
 
 

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