“Well, Dave,” Nancy chastised, “are you gonna f**k me or not?” She wriggled her pear-shaped ass in the air as if to entice the boy.
Dave shuffled around on the bed, taking his place behind Nancy’s raised buttocks, pausing briefly to stroke the smooth, warm skin. He listened to the soft slurping noises she was making and the effect that her busy tongue was having on Heather who lay with her head pressed into the soft pillows, eyes closed and moaning softly as she tweaked at her own n*****s in time to Nancy’s suckling on her p***y.
Nancy parted her legs a little more to accommodate Dave as she felt his c**k nudging between her p***y lips from behind. With a soft moan that was stifled against the raw, wet flesh of Heather’s vulva, Nancy wriggled herself down on to Dave’s awaiting d**k.
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