“Where is it..” Clarissa was tearing her dresser apart. “I know I unpacked it.. didn’t I?” Throwing the question out there for anyone with in ear shot could answer. The jiggle at the door happened moment’s before it was swung open, “Mmm.. (Clarissa’s roommate, Pixel was staring dreamy eyes at the ceiling), he was fast butt (trembling a little) he kept on going through five orgasms (trembling a lot more), I think I’m in love” her finger doing tight circles around her own clit, her body had given into the urge to buck out right. Collapsing on the bed right next to Clarissa, “Have you ever been so fucking turned on that you will fuck anything” Pixel’s finger dipped into the saucy depths of her pussy. “Well no I.. I.. … well no” Clarissa was afraid to answer Pixel’s question. “Cuz I just love the (sucking the cum from her finger) taste of creamy goodness Mmm..” Pixel moaned letting her orgasm take her away. The tightness of her stomach almost gave way to the black leather belt she had borrowed. Reaching around for a handhold, ignoring her peripheral vision. Clarissa hand was draped across Pixel’s hips, “Mmm, Ohh yes gir.. … (Pixel’s stomach imploded) Ohh fuckkk Mmm.. (grabbing Clarissa’s hand as her body contorted on it’s self)” Pixel orgasm was still raging. Looking for a escape route Pixel attacked Clarissa’s mouth. Sucking in her tongue before making sweet sweet love to it. Entangling her hand into Clarissa’s hair as her body spasmed dragging Clarissa’s hand down even further. The softness of the inner thigh, the wetness of a orgasming pussy all registered in Clarissa’s mind butt was unable to move do to the shock of having this stranger invading her mouth. The feel of her tongue as it explored the depths of her own passion, the feel of a females lips that caressed her own curiosity, the touch of a black leather belt. Gripping Pixel’s inner thigh as her own body was rebelling. Feeling the wetness lining her own cunt, as the cum started to bead up along the lips. The soft moaning cuming from some other worldly source, “Mmmmmmmmm..” “Was that me??? It couldn’t have been.. Mmmmmmmmm.. Ohh fuckkk I’m.. I’m.. Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm, cuming..” Clarissa mind couldn’t believe what be was happening to her body. Shifting her hand, caressing the tender pussy as it was on the retreat. Finally finding something that her mind could say that it was hers, the black leather belt. Closing around it’s firm edge’s, gripping it’s smooth finish on two sides, controlling the body in which it encased. The kiss deepened as Clarissa lost all consciousness of everything butt the black leather belt.
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