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Added 2023-02-28 21:59:00 +0000 UTCYou point out the exit to Karen and she pulls off onto your street. Parks where you tell her to. You smack her ass as she starts getting out of the car.
Betsy and Felicia have beaten you there. They wait for you, arm in arm, inside Betsy’s penthouse. Not kissing, only touching to lean against each other, but the eroticism is so heavy in their intimacy that it’s hotter than seeing them finger one another.
Seeing them, your cock springs to immediate attention. A monk couldn’t help but drink in the generous curves and exciting exoticism of those two.
“He’s all yours, ladies,” Karen says, patting you on the shoulder. “I’m going to go lie in bed until I feel certain I can walk straight.”
Felicia helps your member to its complete length by shoving her breasts against your chest and rubbing her pelvis across the bulge in your trousers. Her mouth presents open lips to yours and you suck her tongue in.
“I think we lost our chaperone,” Betsy comments with Karen retiring for the night, too fucked out now to watch your hands explore the delicious space where Felicia’s skintight leather pants strain to cover the taut globes of her ass.
Felicia leans back, locking her hands behind your neck to hold herself up. “I guess we’ll just have to promise ourselves not to get too naughty.”
