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Layla’s Day at the Pool

I had to take it easy with this one. He’s such a cute little frat boy with his googly eyes. He did something to my kitty, and she didn’t purr for just anyone. Maybe its the way he cleaned the pool. All sweaty and shirtless. I heard him come in the house for lunch and this was a perfect time to drop a not-so-subtle hint that I wanted to fuck his brains out. so I went into the kitchen naked, opened the fridge, looked back and said with my most shy voice “oh Carter, I didn’t know you were still here, oh gosh, I’m so embarrassed.” but I wasn’t a shy woman, and he knew it. I walked over to him and asked him for his shirt so I could put it on. He said no. My pussy throbbed with excitement. He said “get up on the counter I’ll cover you up”. So I laid up on the island and he poured ranch dressing all over my body. he slid his fingers inside of me as he licked my figure from head to toe. He saved my tits for last. He climbed up on the island, laid down and unveiled his raging hard on. My mouth watered. He couldn’t get his shorts all the way off  before I started giving him a blow job. He grabbed my hair, pulled me up and told me to ride his dick. I wanted to feel every inch so I mounted the monster slowly. I began to move my hips in a circular motion and it drove him nuts. He sat up, put his hand on my ass and pushed me onto his cock over and over while he sucked the remaining ranch dressing from my breast. Without pulling out, he turned me around into the reverse cowgirl position and found my clit with his finger. I  moaned with approval. Then I felt it, I was about to come.  I was about to………fireworks!! Carter looked at me with a sly grin and said “that’s gonna cost you an extra fifty.”


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