Frank shrugged, “You’re on top of me. Maybe you should fuck me.” Vanessa pursed her lips to stave off a vexed smile and reached down to his now-soaked briefs. She sighed with exasperation, got off of him, and yanked his underwear off of his legs, tossing them to the floor amongst the rest of her clothes. She then got a look in her eye as though inspired. She grinned evilly and held adorable up a single finger, backing towards her slightly open walk-in closet. She stepped in, snapped the overhead bulb on, and slid the door shut behind her. Frank wondered what she was going to put on for a moment before a realization snapped asian his back straight. He hopped off the bed and fished through their clothes for his phone, turned it to silent, and quickly fired off a message to Jean, pairing it to Ashley’s phone too. Hey, do you mind if I sleep with Vanessa?? He waited impatiently for a response, hearing Vanessa rustle around in the closet. Finally, he looked down at his screen lighting up to a response from Jean. Ashley and I don’t mind! tight She’s got the bond too! Thank you for asking though  Frank blew out his breath in relief. He was so very glad he remembered to include them in the decision; being turned on messes with his memory for some reason. He tossed his phone back amongst the clothes on the floor and sat on the edge of Vanessa’s bed. He didn’t have long to wait. The doors slid open and the interior light clicked off. Vanessa walked out of the room wearing a full-body fishnet sheath, with the exception of her crotch, which was completely accessible. The rest of her skinny frame beneath her neck was covered in crisscrossed lines of fabric that somehow hid and didn’t hide her form from his roving eyes. She stretched her arms over her head languidly, arching her back and standing on her tiptoes for a second before releasing her held breath in a sigh and relaxing back to a loose pose. Frank was struck dumb by this raiment, and the effect it gave her body. He didn’t even realize that his cock had sprung back to full hardness and was now twitching with every heartbeat. Vanessa closed her arms over her chest like a pharaoh and lowered her chin while raising her eyebrows at him. She turned radially back and forth, a miniscule motion that was incredibly sexy, while she batted her eyebrows at him. “Do you like this?” The ridiculous question was almost rhetorical, but Frank nodded absently anyway, entranced by her fluid movements. She slinked across the carpet toward him, placing her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back until his back touched the bed, and climbing atop him. She gathered spit off of her tongue and rubbed it between her pussy lips, her exhalations carrying with them the slightest hint of her voice. She reached down with her slick hand then, and lined up Frank’s cock with her entrance; his cock head parting both sets of folds before sliding beneath her pelvic bone and into her vaginal canal. She was very tight, just enough to be noticeably tighter than Ashley or Jean, but that made sense because of her narrower hips and slightly smaller frame. Frank groaned at the entrance, and his hands went to her fishnet-clad hips to hold her down on him as she bottomed out. She squeaked a bit as he felt his cock come up against the end of her canal and push a little further, as he was a little longer than she was. Vanessa leaned forward over him, her eyes shut and her hand pressed against his chest, her breaths shallow as though she felt like her diaphragm couldn’t expand far enough because his dick was pushing up against it. Frank’s dick felt like a lightning rod, gathering all the energy from the storm that was her insides. She began to rock tight pussy back and forth on his hips, seemingly generation static electricity with each time his dick moved within her. “I feel… complete now… Frank, like you… belong there!” The words came out of her haltingly, as though she was being poked by something in a sensitive spot. allure “You feel perfect around me, Nes, as though your insides were made specifically to hold me.” Her eyes came open and she smiled falteringly because of the stimulation. Grimacing, I also had to agree that I was still a sitting duck without her. “Miss Reynolds, stop jerking off asian Ms. Vance.” WARNING! “That’s easy, Mighty Mike’s is where guys like that hang out.” She had on low rise converse shoes, jean shorts that were low rise, a yellow tank top and some kind of bra with a light cream sweater over top. I can actually feel the beginning of an tight orgasm and all adorable he has done is cause pain. “I have a touch of the craving. She'd been without relief in such a long time her patience was dangerously thin. “I love the way you compliment a girl Daddy.” She tight pussy said and turned to walk to her room. “Sit on my face and find out,” I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing.“Trust me, Junebug, your ol' man knows how to take care of naughty, barely legal pussies.” Chapter Six: Classroom Debauchery My cheeks warmed as her smile turned naughty. Rhonda says. She had found that Hispanics often answer “yes” whether they truly understand or not. “Oh, my futa-wife. “Dammit allure girl!” He said spanking my ass hard. The Lizzie I had never ever seen before.