Chapter 9
by Torg
what does the third have in store?
Sixty-nine it is!
The Hispanic hunk laid down on the floor of the van, now completely naked. His ample brown endowment stood straight up like a post. "Suck on this, baby, while I suck your clit."
Ashlyn crawled on top of him with her cunt over his face. She took his length and bobbed quickly up and down. She gasped when the running back's tongue sliced through her pussy lips. The white boy said, "Man, look at her. She loves the sixty-nine."
Ashlyn got wetter and wetter as the football player ate her out. The previous commands of the boys had her in a very horny state. Ashlyn stopped resisting the commands and put herself into her fellatio with gusto. The Hispanic youth was good beyond his years at cunnilingus. In pretty short order, he grunted as his cock burst forth with a bounty of cum, filling her mouth. She was right behind him, screaming into his manhood as she came. Her legs clamped around his head, rhythmically pulsing with her orgasm.
As Ashlyn gasped for air, she scooted around the running backs body, until she straddled his legs. Before they ordered her to perform more sex acts, she wanted to make one choice on her own, and right then she was **** to fuck. They both growled as she impaled herself on his shaft. She knew they would all fuck her now, probably by unknowingly commanding her to do so, but in a way, making this choice now also meant she accepted the rest of it as well. She would wrest what control she could and enjoy herself the rest of the time.
"Let me suck your titties, girl," the running back said. Ashlyn leaned lower, and he grabbed them both, aiming first one to his mouth to suck the nipple and then the other. His cock and his tongue made her scream over the football player's head.
What now?
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