Horny girls

The Pink Dress 2

"Okay," was all she said. She turned on the bed and positioned herself. Her knees were pointing upward and after I got inside her, I pushed them down next to her chest. Aahh, it felt good having my d**k fully engulfed in her wet p***y. I wasn't going to change positions again. And after a few minutes of fairly quick thrusting, I came inside her again.

She smiled, and I just remained inside her p***y. 'Let's see how long this could last,' I thought to myself. My d**k was limp and small, but she didn't seem to want to let it go.

"Are you sure you want me to do this to Thuy here in your bed?" I asked one more time.

"There's no other place we can go to, I think."

"But you could just tell her that we don't want it, couldn't you?"

"No, let's try it once. You don't want to do it anymore?" she asked incredulously.

"No, I'm in. I just don't want you to regret it," I told her.

"She may just be fine if you deflower her and then finish inside me. Or you f**k her first, before lunch, and then you f**k me afterwards, after you've recovered."

"Ok, we'll wait and see how we feel. Perhaps she wants me to f**k you first, so she can watch and learn." I was having fun imagining all the different scenarios.

Nguyet got up after my d**k had slipped out and reached for a napkin to dry herself. She also wiped the bed but then took off the sheet and tossed it on the floor. Obviously, it was going to be washed. She got her panties and her bra from the chair and threw them onto the pile. They would all meet again inside the washing machine. It was fun watching her perfect body bend and move as she was taking care of things.

"I'll let you out," she said. She took the laundry downstairs and dropped it in the machine on the way. I could see her n*****s under her shirt when she reached behind her head to fix her hair. We kissed at the door and I touched her breasts through her shirt. They seemed a little bigger today, as if f*****g made her more womanly. I waved goodbye to her mother who had appeared in the hall. As I hopped on my motorcycle, I yelled at Nguyet: "Why don't we meet at her house?"