Instead, she sprinkled the salt onto her collar bone. Then she poured the liquor. Instead of handing the tiny glass to me, she pulled down the necklin... of her red top to expose her creamy, white cleavage. She tucked the glass into her cleavage. I couldn’t stop giggling. Did she really want me to do that? She didn’t take it out. She leaned back, sticking her chest out and attracting attention from the males around us again. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on me wanting the attention too. I. Both of us started panting ever so softly as we looked at each other with tainted, wanting grins, as if threatening each other in all kinds of ways, should any one of us stop. I slid my hand further down her panties as we went farther, we stroked firmer, sometimes slower, but sometimes faster, sometimes being a little more quiet, and sometimes giving way to the excitement we gathered for each other.After a moment, she would pull my hand away from her already wet lap, descending on her knees. I. More

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