Chapter 70: The Big Tits Circle

“DON’T!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“STOP!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“DON’T!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“STOP!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“DON’T! STOP! FUCKING! MEEEEEE!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!!!”

I didn’t stop fucking Skylar. I didn’t really care whether or not the timer had gone off, and even though I knew we were only supposed to be in here for seven minutes at a time, I was pretty sure the girls outside would understand.

After all, this was The BTC. Rules were more ... well... guidelines than actual rules for this crew.

Skylar and I had already started moving before the timer went off: our mouths mashing together, her hands roaming up and down my back, her loins undulating beneath me, and my big dick drilling in and out. I’d pulled back in surprise at the sound of the beeper and Luna calling ‘time’. But Skylar had immediately stared up at me with wild eyes and gasped, “Don’t stop.”

So I didn’t stop.

And she kept repeating, “Don’t stop ... Don’t stop ... Don’t stop.”

So I didn’t stop.

And that was about five minutes ago.

Since then we’d been lustily pounding away at each other, the languid, sensuous intimacy of our previous lovemaking having given way to raw, unadulterated fucking. Skylar’s massive melons, unencumbered by any restraints (not even gift wrap ribbons), bounced and jiggled beneath my heaving chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist, not merely content to let me hammer her, but also humping herself up to meet my every thrust.

By now we were both reaching a crescendo, our passion and pleasure both peaking at the same time. Skylar hadn’t been crooning ‘Don’t stop’ for that entire time. There were several groans of “Ohhhuuunnnggghhh...” and “Ffffuuuucccckkkkmmmmeeee...” and “Ssssooooffffuuuucccckkkkiiiinnnnggggggggoooooooodddd...”

But as we thundered down the final stretch together, with Skylar staring up at me with sparkling blue eyes and me groaning gutturally from the exertion of hammering her harder and harder and HARDER, she’d taken up the mantra once again.

“DON’T!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“STOP!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“DON’T!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“STOP!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”

“DON’T! STOP! FUCKING! MEEEEEE!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!!!”

So now you’re caught up.

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Skylar howled as she started cumming beneath me.

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!”

“UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!” I groaned as her milkmaid muscles clenched and squeezed and finally drew out my liquid load.

“UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

“UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

“YES! YES! FILL ME! FFFFIIIILLLL MMMMEEEE!!!”

I filled her.

And then we both collapsed.

Steam seemed to visibly pour off our bodies into the chilly winter air. We were both incredibly sweaty, probably stinky, and completely wiped out. Her eyeglasses looked a little fogged up. Her gift-wrap-ribbon-covered arms and legs fell away, no longer possessing the energy to continue clutching me. But I remained slumped down against her spent, sweaty body, in no hurry whatsoever to pull out.

It wasn’t like I’d waited a long time for this. We’d had a threesome with Naimh this very morning, after all. But I still wanted to savor every moment.

We stayed together like that for a long while, my chemically-hardened cock remaining concrete-hard within her cum-soaked cunt. I took slow, deep breaths with my eyes closed, content in the feeling of being so closely connected to the beautiful blonde. And she rather lovingly caressed my back and shoulders, dragging her fingertips past all the various strands of plastic ribbon still crisscrossing my otherwise naked back.

Eventually, though, I managed to pick my forehead up off the pillow and gaze down into Skylar’s eyes. She blinked and silently stared up at me, a serene smile on her face. She looked less an older, world-weary T.A. burdened by the weight of too much regret and responsibility and more a deeply satisfied young coed with tousled hair and in need of kissing, so I kissed her.

And I kissed her.

And I kissed her.

And then the beeper went off again.

“TIME!!!”

I could see the reluctance in Skylar’s eyes to let me go, so I remained exactly where I was. This was still The BTC. The girls would still understand. So I kept myself fully buried inside of Skylar’s saturated snatch and even stirred it just a little bit in case she was interested in continuing. And she smiled up at me feeling the sensations.

But then she pursed her lips and pushed gently against my chest. “We should probably go. I don’t want the girls resenting me for taking liberties with your time.”

“They won’t resent you,” I assured her.

“I know they’re a great group of girls, but they’re still girls. We keep track of this stuff,” Skylar stated matter-of-factly. “I already took up a second seven-minute slot with you, which means I’m going to owe them something later.”

I blinked twice and then frowned. “That’s not how this works.”

She gave me a sympathetic – almost condescending - look. “Maybe you don’t want to peek behind the curtain and discover the Wizard of Oz is really just an old man with a machine; but yes, Matty, that’s how this works. I’m new, and the girls have been welcoming because they know I’m important to both you and Neevie, but they really do keep track of this stuff.”

I frowned. “You make them sound like emotional accountants. Other girls might be like that, but this is The BTC. They’re different. They’re special.”

Skylar chuckled and gave me that sympathetically condescending look again. “I’ve no doubt The BTC girls are just as special as you believe. But just because they’re special doesn’t mean they aren’t girls. Case in point: Neevie’s still doing emotional accounting on Sam, and Sam’s perfectly aware of it.”

My frown deepened. “Sam and Neevie are doing what now?”

Skylar winced, gently pushed my chest, and said, “We really should be going.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said roughly, tightening my arms around Skylar beneath me. It occurred to me that Skylar and Sam had been paired together for the very first ‘Seven Minutes’ round, so I furrowed my eyebrows and asked, “Is that what you and Sam talked about earlier tonight?”

“Earlier ... for our seven minutes?” Skylar asked. And at my confirming nod, she shook her head, “No. We talked about you, of course.”

I blinked. “What about me?”

Skylar smirked. “Same thing Mari and then Belle asked me: about my long-term intentions towards you. Well, in all fairness, Mari asked me less about whether or not I’m in love with you and spent more time telling me how wonderful it can be to have friends like The BTC.”

“Good for Mari, but as for Sam and Belle, I’m sorry if it felt like either of them was interrogating you. I can talk to both of them ab--”

“Oh, no, don’t misunderstand,” Skylar interrupted. “They weren’t interrogating me. Sam and Belle were just being girls trying to get to know the new girl who’s having sex with their boyfriend and now that I find myself saying that sentence out loud I honestly can’t believe this is actually happening, especially after everything I went through with Aunt Millie and George.”

I winced. “I’m sorry to remind you of that.”

Skylar rolled her eyes. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. There’s nothing for them to apologize for. I totally understand where they’re coming from.”

“Well...” I waggled my head and then looked at Skylar curiously. “What DID you say to the girls about your long-term intentions towards me?”

“I told them the truth: that we’re not romantic, that I think you’re too young for me, and that I’d never want to interfere with your current girlfriend relationships. You’re satisfying my physical needs right now – I mean literally right now...” She grinned and squeezed her inner muscles around my still-embedded shaft. “But beyond that, I’m far more interested in friendship than in finding a boyfriend.”

“Almost word-for-word what I expected you to say,” I admitted. “And probably what Sam expected you to say. How’d she react?”

Skylar blushed and averted her eyes. “Well...”

“C’mon, Sky,” I encouraged.

Skylar sighed. “She basically went, ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah ... but tell me how you really feel.’”

My eyes narrowed. “And you insisted that WAS how you really felt.”

“It IS how I really feel.”

I raised my eyebrows skeptically, my expression practically daring her to try and tell me she didn’t have romantic feelings for me whatsoever.

So she took a deep breath, looked me straight in the eyes, and stated quite seriously, “I’m not in love with you, Matty.”

I blinked in surprise, not expecting her to say that. Well, actually, I wasn’t surprised at all by her words, but I WAS surprised by her tone.

“You really mean that.” It was a statement, not a question.

She pursed her lips, for a moment looking almost as surprised as I felt. But after turning her own words over in her mind, she nodded firmly, looked me in the eyes again, and repeated, “I’m not in love with you. I very much like you, Matty. And I really, really enjoy what we’re doing. Sex with you has been phenomenal - exactly what I needed. But love?”

I found myself feeling a little hurt, even though I knew I shouldn’t. It wasn’t that I was necessarily in love with Skylar the way I was in love with my girlfriends, either. But perhaps I felt a little bit ... miffed ... to hear the quiet certainty in Skylar’s voice that she really wasn’t in love with me.

“You’re hurt,” she muttered, reading the expression on my face.

“No, no, not hurt.”

She gave me that condescendingly sympathetic look again, and then stated just as matter-of-factly, “You’re hurt.”

I shook my head. “Nothing hurt but my oversized ego. I really should know better than to think that every girl I become intimate with is going to fall in love with me.”

“It’s understandable that you’d start to believe that, given your track record.”

I shrugged. “My recent track record shows that Lily, Izzy, and Holly all walked away.”

“All three of them certainly developed feelings for you, even Isabela. Your ego can be rest assured that -I- have feelings for you, and I admit there have been times I’ve considered whether or not I might be falling for you. But most of those times have been in the immediate aftermath of you giving me some out-of-this-world orgasms. And I hope you’ll understand that when I have the time and space to really consider our relationship, I realize that what I feel for you really isn’t ... Oh!” Skylar suddenly brightened as if a lightbulb had lit up above her head. “What I feel for you isn’t kipona aloha.”

I blinked at her unexpected use of the Hawaiian phrase.

“I don’t feel a deep, intense love for you, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t think I ever will,” she continued. “I’m sorry.”

“I get it. I get it. You don’t need to apologize.”

Skylar held me close, gave me a reassuring look, and continued, “I’m grateful to you for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve been an incredible friend during a really rough time in my life: patient, understanding, warm. Escorting me to my brother’s wedding, becoming my confidante, and now sharing physical intimacy with me: it’s more than a girl like me deserves. But I’m old enough to know the difference between gratitude, physical attraction, a touch of infatuation ... and real love.”

I took a moment to process all that. Doing so must’ve required a little more blood flow to my brain, because super-pills or not, my dick actually started to deflate. Taking a deep breath, I pulled out of Skylar’s pussy and rolled over onto my back.

She didn’t resist, giving me a moment to collect myself. At first, we lay side-by-side, silently staring up at the ceiling. But after about a minute, she rolled onto her side, propped her head up with one elbow, and stared down at me.

“I never wanted to hurt your feelings,” she mumbled softly.

I shook my head and gave her a smirk. “My feelings aren’t hurt. Just my ego. Everything you said makes total sense. You’ve been clear from the beginning that I was ‘just a kid’ to you. This whole year, you’ve always carried yourself as a T.A. to a younger student, even if we ended up doing stuff together that wasn’t typical for a T.A./student relationship. I knew you were physically attracted to me, and I was physically attracted to you. But emotionally? You always seemed like you needed a friend, not a new boyfriend.”

“I do need a friend. And I really hope this hasn’t ruined our friendship,” she said earnestly.

I gave her a reassuring smile, took her free hand in mine, and gave it a squeeze. “Of course not. I’m happy to be your friend.”

“And lover.”

I grinned. “Happy to be your lover.”

“But not a girlfriend. That’s not our relationship. And that’s exactly what I told Sam.”

I blinked twice and then furrowed my eyebrows. “Is that what prompted you reevaluating our relationship? You talking to Sam?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like Sam asked about my long-term intentions towards you and I got defensive trying to downplay my feelings or anything like that. Everything I said to her – and to you just now – is the plain, simple truth. I really am grateful for your friendship, Matty. I’m comfortable around you, and I trust you. I trusted you enough to share everything that happened between me and George, and you don’t know how much it means to me that you’re still supportive - even knowing about the skeletons in my closet. And that friendship is far more valuable to me than any potential romance.”

“Then I’m glad to be your friend,” I assured her, although I found myself still wondering just how much of all that was really ‘the plain, simple truth’. But I chose not to press her about it, instead adding, “I promised to be whatever you need me to be. And that’s a promise I intend to keep.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand. “Thank you for being my friend, Matty.”

“Of c--”

[KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK]

Both Skylar and I jerked in surprise at what initially sounded like loud banging on the master bedroom door, although it was really just a normal knock.

“You guys done yet?!?” Belle whined through the wood. “Skylar’s certainly not screaming her bloody head off anymore!”

I laughed, glanced at Skylar for confirmation, and then went ahead and called out, “We’re done! You can come in now!”

The door immediately swung open, revealing Belle, Alice, and Naimh.

Belle squealed, “Is that a creampie? That looks like a creampie. Can I? Can I? Can I?”

Skylar laughed and spread her legs. “Come and get it.”

“Yay me!!!”

It really felt like I was spending several minutes in heaven watching golden-haired goddess Skylar reclining back across my bed with heaving breasts and flushed skin, moaning her arousal as she held my impish pixie “little sister’s” head to her cum-soaked snatch. And when Belle finally crawled up the busty blonde bombshell’s body to snowball (some) of my load, even going so far as to pull her hair out of the way to ensure that I had an unobstructed view of the pretty pair swapping my sperm between their luscious lips, let’s just say that I wouldn’t have needed Sam’s super-pills to get my cock hard enough to cut glass.

“I’m calling ‘priority service’!” Alice announced while climbing up onto the bed and then promptly sinking her pussy straight down around my stiff shaft.

I groaned while grabbing the Korean girl’s juicy rump, helping her grind her clit against my pelvic bone right from the jump. The athletic Asian girl then started bouncing her body up and down my big dick like she was hopping on a pogo stick, tossing her head with her black hair flying all over the place.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Alice howled with elated fervor.

“Well I guess we won’t need to report back to the others what’s going on up here,” Naimh remarked with a laugh as she joined us on the bed, parking herself next to me and leaning in for a sweet kiss. “Hello, luv. Miss me?”

“Always,” I assured her. “And really glad you came to join us.”

My freckled redhead beamed a megawatt smile and leaned in for another kiss, this one less sweet and more... carnal.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck yeah!” Alice crowed while still bouncing up and down my big dick.

“Nnnggghhh...” Skylar moaned, and when I glanced over, I found her eyes were closed as she let her head loll backwards. Belle had stopped snowballing my cum to her, and instead was working her way back down the busty bombshell’s body with three fingers banging the blonde’s box while wrapping her lips around an erect pink nipple.

It looked like so much fun, I ducked my head over to start suckling on Skylar’s other nipple at the same time, and the British babe cradled both Belle’s head and mine to her teats up until I felt Belle turn to kiss my cheek. So I pulled up and turned my face to share a fierce liplock with my Baby Belle instead.

The five of us continued like that in a swirling mass of semi-naked flesh, with Alice still lustily humping up and down in my lap and the girls turning to swap spit with each other. When Naimh lowered her swollen melons to my face, I got so lost in sucking on her tasty tits that I almost didn’t notice that Alice and Skylar had started kissing at one point, and I found myself wondering just how much the English Rose would decide to participate in a ten-way orgy.

That little reminder that there were five other people in the house made me pull back from Naimh’s boobs and look up at her, asking, “Wait, the game’s not still going on, is it?”

Naimh shook her head in the negative. “When you two didn’t come downstairs and then Skylar started howling ‘Don’t stop! Don’t stop!’, we skipped the cards and Sam just paired everyone up with new partners for one more round. When you two didn’t come down again, Sam stopped the game and told us all to just get something to drink and wait for you two to return. But then when you two didn’t return, Belle decided she didn’t want to wait anymore; and Alice and I came with her.”

“Makes sense.”

“I didna want to interrupt you,” my Squeakers continued, “but if Belle was gonna do so anyway, of course I wanted to see you again as soon as I could. And Alice, of course, wanted ‘priority service’.”

“Fuck yeah,” Alice grunted, leaning back against Belle’s chest.

My little pixie was now straddling my legs behind Alice, the fingers of her left hand slipping beneath my girl-buddy’s red-and-white gingerbread men ribbons to squeeze the Asian girl’s boob, while her right hand descended lower, rubbing Alice’s clit.

“I fly back to school on Saturday and I need to take advantage of what little time we have,” Alice added straightforwardly. “I’m sure Mari and Zofi feel the same way.”

“I should take care to give them both some ‘priority service’ the next couple of days,” I resolved.

“For sure,” Alice agreed. “But for right now, I think I want some priority service on my ass.”

My eyebrows popped while Alice’s eyes gleamed.

“Time for some dessert, Matty,” she said with a grin, rising up until she’d ascended entirely off my long length. Holding my rod in her hand, the buxom babe shifted her hips slightly to get me aligned with her backdoor. And then she let out a guttural groan, wincing and clenching her teeth momentarily as my blunt instrument started burrowing up her butt, aided in part by the lube she must’ve put in there in advance.

Naimh’s hand shot up. “I call ‘next’!”

“Dammit!” Belle complained. “I call ‘next’ after Neevie.”

Naimh giggled smugly.

Alice settled down until I was balls-deep up her bunghole, took a deep breath, and then glanced over her shoulder at Belle before turning her attention forward to the freckled redhead. “You two wanna get your turns a little faster? Come help me get off.”

“Of course!” Naimh enthused. “It’s what we do.”

Naimh, Belle, and Skylar all helped Alice get off a little faster. But one orgasm wasn’t quite enough, so they all helped Alice get off again.

By then, the half-naked Korean girl had collapsed backwards onto the bed. I knelt on the mattress, hooking her legs over my shoulders and holding her butt in my hands to blast her backdoor with big, meaty thrusts. Naimh was on my left, fingerbanging her friend’s creaming cunt with three digits and sucking on Alice’s tits while Skylar was on my right sucking the other tit. And Belle knelt behind Alice’s head giving her an upside-down kiss.

When my busty best buddy finally blew her lid, her clamping colon came close to coaxing out all my creamy cum. But she stopped screaming into Belle’s mouth and relaxed right before I hit my limit, going completely limp beneath the four of us.

“You called next, Neevie,” Belle pronounced, sitting back on her heels.

“You can go next if you want,” Naimh offered.

“Nah. You called it first, fair and square.”

The redhead grinned and shot me an eager look, but then her head turned to the open door and she said, “Let’s rejoin the others, though. This really is more fun in a big group. And who knows when the ten of us will all be together like this again?”

The other girls nodded their agreement, and Naimh took a minute to clean me up and then give my dick a quick suck while Belle loomed over Alice in a sixty-nine position to slurp out the girl’s orgasmic nectar. While Matty’s Little Cumslut wasn’t quite as much of a slut for girlcum as she was for Matty-cum, she definitely enjoyed all kinds of flavors.

We five then headed downstairs to find that the other five had not been idle without us.

“You guys brought Twister?!?” Belle exclaimed with a laugh as soon as we arrived.

Indeed, Sam, Zofi, Mari, and Eva were presently engaged in a four-player game of Twister, with Luna by the spinner calling out each position. Sam looked up at our entrance, promptly lost her balance, and squealed, “Eeek!” as she toppled over onto her right elbow, tripping up Eva in the process as she clipped the other girl’s left knee.

“You’re both out!” Luna exclaimed, clapping excitedly from her seat on the armchair.

“No fair! Distraction!” Sam whined, but she almost immediately rolled her eyes and crawled out from her position, having to be careful not to kick Eva in the face as they extracted themselves.

Zofi and Mari stood up and took their places just off the mat, and Luna gestured back at the rest of us. “Any of you wanna get in on this?”

“Matty! Matty! Matty!” Naimh enthused, pushing me forward.

I allowed myself to get prodded, already expecting such a response. But I glanced back at Naimh and asked, “But didn’t you and Belle call ‘next’?”

Naimh glanced over at Belle, who shrugged. My petite pixie then replied, “I’m good with deferring. Actually, I forgot to put in my buttplug, so I should probably pre-stretch a bit anyways.”

Belle winked at me while turning to waggle her tushie in my direction, and I blushed while already imagining my thick prick sliding into my Baby Belle’s tight butthole. But in the meantime, Naimh was pushing me forward again to line up in the third spot around the mat.

Then I remembered Luna, clad in her ribbon outfit that really didn’t do anything to hide her nudity. Plus, I knew my rock-hard erection was sticking out for everyone to see, so I turned to her, “Oh, wait. Is it your turn to join this round too? If so, then, um, maybe I should sit out for a bit.”

Luna arched an eyebrow. “You know I’m not afraid of your penis accidentally touching me.”

“What if it’s intentionally touching you?” Belle asked with a grin.

Luna just rolled her eyes and said, “No, I’m not playing. Can’t put pressure on my ankle. I’ll just keep spinning.” She set the spinner into motion, and a moment later she called out, “Left foot green.”

Naimh joined me as I took my position, and we all stepped forward to put our left foot on one of the green circles.

We hadn’t played Twister as a group in a long time, and then it had turned into a game of Strip Twister. This time, there were no clothes to remove. Instead, the goal of the game became ... well ... something else entirely.

It started three rounds in, after Sam and Mari had both fallen over and been replaced. I was trying to support myself in an awkward crab position with my legs spread to the sides and my hands planted behind me. Eva hissed a happy, “Yesss...” when one spin put her in the perfect position to bend over and start sucking on my schlong.

“Is she really? Can she do that?” Belle asked from her awkward position, lifting one hand to gesture at Eva while looking at Sam and then Naimh.

“Nothing in the rules says she can’t,” Sam drawled.

“Speaking of rules: New rule!” Naimh declared. “Matty’s always in. And let’s up it to four girls at a time. Let the games of Blowjob Twister begin!”

“Won’t four girls be pretty crowded with Matty in there?” Alice queried.

Sam shrugged. “You afraid of a little skin-to-skin contact?”

Alice laughed and shook her head. “Sign me up.” And she went to stand by the mat and join in.

Eva was still sucking my dick, and before Luna could set the spinner into motion, my elbow buckled and I dropped onto my butt. But Sam insisted that indeed, I was always in, and the girls kept spinning. Eva had to change positions and removed her mouth from my cock, but Zofi somehow managed to extend herself with a dancer’s grace and took several soft licks at my shaft. I felt my heartrate quicken, feeling a little electric excitement at the all-too-rare experience of watching mój skarbie minister to my manmeat. Apart from that first-night hot tub round-robin, I’d had very little sexual contact with Zofi during this trip. When her all-too-brief blowjob ended after only twenty seconds or so, I found myself whimpering a little in disappointment. But she winked at me and flashed a mysterious smile that seemed to promise more, and then she settled into her new position.

I could write paragraph upon paragraph about each step and every spin, but I won’t bore you with those details and I forgot most of that crap anyways. I got my dick sucked a lot, and it wasn’t the only thing getting sucked on. I got bare breasts shoved into my face over and over again, and I was perfectly happy to suckle on those. Nor was I the only one sucking on breasts, as the girls were perfectly happy to suckle on each other as well.

Tugging on Belle’s crystal butt plug was also a favorite twist on our game of Twister.

Once, I actually managed to get my face into Mari’s pussy, and I lovingly lapped away at my luscious Latina’s pink taco until the next spin moved her away from me.

And then somehow, Zofi managed to step across my midsection, get my dick lined up with her pussy, and sink herself onto me while putting both feet into a ballerina’s en pointe position.

I then sort of ruined the game by grabbing her around the waist and yanking her down onto me while also collapsing onto my back. And my lovely mój skarbie undulated up and down me several times before Sam declared Zofi technically “out”, and Belle stepped in to take her place.

As for Luna, while her injured ankle and wrist prevented her from fully participating in the game, she was happy to otherwise get ... involved. She’d relocated herself from the armchair and was now calling out the spins from a seat on the floor right next to the twister mat, conveniently close enough to ... well ... get involved. Every now and then, she even scooted onto the mat to take advantage of an enticingly contorted coed nearby. And as it happened, she did get my dick rubbed against her a time or two (it was chemically hardened and took up quite a bit of room), although I never did it intentionally.

She didn’t seem to mind, nor did she mind on the occasions when I was between her and some feminine yumminess and letting her private parts mash against my body allowed her to reach her goal. Once, her left breast was within reach of my mouth, but I refrained from trying to suck on it, instead giving her a knowing wink.

Eva had started the game, and Eva wound up ending it when she found herself in that awkward crab position, belly-up while braced with both hands behind her. I wound up in a position on all-fours, belly-down, my big dick bumping against her thigh. I could see the heat in the hapa girl’s eyes, and I recognized in them what she was about to do right before she did it. So I wasn’t surprised when she abruptly dropped flat on her back, grabbed me by the hips, and tugged my turgid tool straight down into her tight teenage twat.