Ultimate Feminine Fight
She stepped away from the pile of clothes and walked up to the six of
us. “I’m naked and ready. Do what you want with me.” The response was
immediate. Mike looked at the VCR tapes in his hand and threw them on the
couch. Five pairs of hands reached out and touched her, sliding all over
her body. Debbie stood still while ten hands explored every inch of her,
squeezing her tits, tweaking the hard nipples as she moaned with delight.
Since I was participating in a visual way only, I stepped back to give
the others more room. They moved in like animals in heat. Debbie threw
her head back and closed her eyes as several hands moved down to her pussy.
Paul pulled one of her thighs, forcing her legs farther apart, and Debbie
shuddered as he drove several fingers into her exposed snatch.
“Man, is this babe ready to fuck!” he exclaimed, “She’s soaking wet
in here! Nice and tight, too! Jeremy, you’re one lucky son of a bitch to
have this to come home to!”