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Mandy pushed her long, black hair back from her face as she stood over the young football player who had caught three touchdown passes that afternoon. "Go ahead, Linda, skin back his dick and let's see what kind of a man he is."
Impatiently, Mandy knelt beside the petite redhead. "Go on! Take his prick in your left hand, at the base, and use your right to rub back the foreskin and let's see the head of his cock."
"Do you think he will be any good for fucking?" Linda asked. "Drunk and passed out like he is? I don't think he can get a hard-on."
"I don't know," Mandy answered, her trembling hand scooping under Linda's palm and fondling the hairy balls of their unconscious subject. "Go ahead, jack him off a little bit and see if you get any response from his limber meat."
Reluctantly, Mandy stood up and began removing her clothes. "Frig him a little faster, Linda. I think you're getting some reaction. I know I saw and felt a twinge in his nice nuts. Damn! Why can't a big, husky athlete hold his booze? That's it, kid! See? The point of his prick is starting to swell. Keep going! Get his cock big and hard! I wonder how much dick he has when it's bloated to full erection."
Mandy pranced around the room, studying the young man who was sitting in the middle of the floor. Mandy glanced at Linda. Her girl friend's hands pumped up and down on the thickening shaft of the man's prick. "I'm glad the other girls split for other places after the game today and left us alone."
Mandy pushed her long, black hair back from her face as she stood over the young football player who had caught three touchdown passes that afternoon. "Go ahead, Linda, skin back his dick and let's see what kind of a man he is."
Impatiently, Mandy knelt beside the petite redhead. "Go on! Take his prick in your left hand, at the base, and use your right to rub back the foreskin and let's see the head of his cock."
"Do you think he will be any good for fucking?" Linda asked. "Drunk and passed out like he is? I don't think he can get a hard-on."
"I don't know," Mandy answered, her trembling hand scooping under Linda's palm and fondling the hairy balls of their unconscious subject. "Go ahead, jack him off a little bit and see if you get any response from his limber meat."
Reluctantly, Mandy stood up and began removing her clothes. "Frig him a little faster, Linda. I think you're getting some reaction. I know I saw and felt a twinge in his nice nuts. Damn! Why can't a big, husky athlete hold his booze? That's it, kid! See? The point of his prick is starting to swell. Keep going! Get his cock big and hard! I wonder how much dick he has when it's bloated to full erection."
Mandy pranced around the room, studying the young man who was sitting in the middle of the floor. Mandy glanced at Linda. Her girl friend's hands pumped up and down on the thickening shaft of the man's prick. "I'm glad the other girls split for other places after the game today and left us alone."