Seasoned Studs (eBook, ePUB) - Lovato, Britney
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In the topmost rows... "flesh heaven"... make-out couples from the local high school were gathered. Sherri Rudd was there, in the top row far wall seat, breathing heavily as Max Leahy kissed her and moved his left hand inside her unbuttoned blouse. His palm was hot on her warm flesh. Her nipple bloomed as he squeezed the sensitive pink-ness with gently cruel fingers. She opened her full-lipped mouth wider under his kiss. An itchy trickle of sensation wormed through her belly, triggered by the fondling of her big braless breasts and his long tonigue tickled the roof of her mouth,…mehr

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In the topmost rows... "flesh heaven"... make-out couples from the local high school were gathered.
Sherri Rudd was there, in the top row far wall seat, breathing heavily as Max Leahy kissed her and moved his left hand inside her unbuttoned blouse. His palm was hot on her warm flesh. Her nipple bloomed as he squeezed the sensitive pink-ness with gently cruel fingers. She opened her full-lipped mouth wider under his kiss. An itchy trickle of sensation wormed through her belly, triggered by the fondling of her big braless breasts and his long tonigue tickled the roof of her mouth, sending sparks of special lust through her. Her finely shaped nostrils flared, her brown eyes lazily opened for a few seconds as she peered through disarranged strands of her long, straight blonde hair.
Her slender arms tightened around his thick, muscular neck and she moaned softly as his stubby fingers again tweaked Ker hardened right nipple. She tightened her fingers in his shaggy hair.
Her moan was lost beyond the next few seats since the sounds from the film being shown were loud-fast-paced chase music, the drum of hoof-beats as the technicolor western approached its ritual climax, and the steady whirring of the huge projector in the booth.
Other, nearby couples heard her, but they didn't bother looking around. Sherri's moan was echoed by another young girl who was slumped in a seat, her smooth, plump thighs spread, her boyfriend's hand there, rubbing, his finger sliding in the hot juices of her young, passionate body. His hand rested on her plump, curving mound, rubbing on the thin triangle of fur, as his middle finger sank into her wet channel.
On the other side of the projection booth a longhaired college boy tensed as his girl lovingly pumped him off. His organ was stiff in her white, moving hand, the mauve crown appearing and disappearing as the skin rose and fell in her tight grip. The boy groaned and stopped her. "Not yet," he whispered.
Some couples only kissed. Some fondled through clothing. Some sat and smoked and watched the film. It was only ten-thirty. There was plenty of time.