Secret Filming of Masami Hojo’s Wild Private Sex Session 2

“The robe, the wet hair. Eporner She grabbed my head and smothered it between her tits to muffle my voice. I’m fine. Sticking her chest out so she could see the ice cream drip and show me where it dripped. That’s ALL I meant.”
“OK, sorry. Its just…” I looked at her chest and wet t-shirt. My hand rubbed around her side, across the upper part of her chest, and down the middle between her breasts. Jason yelled for Amber so she went up to see what he needed. I knelt in front of her, on the floor. Come here.” She stood up, pulling me to my feet. That feels so damn good. Alright. Rubbing her clit with one hand and jacking my shaft with the other, I leaned my face into her pussy and beggar to lick it. “What? Amber removed the pillow and pushed my head up from her crotch. I was singing. “No. I had this hot girl rubbing my throbbing cock. I was licking her nipples and she was liking that, but it didn’t last long. She said it was because she was cold, but I think it was to hide her wet shirt and hard nipples. I couldn’t stop watching. Or you could do it to me if you want to. I don’t know how you are going to be able to do that.”
Amber reached toward my hard cock, looking at me. Walking toward me she said, “Think fast,” as she threw one of them to me.