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My fingers slipped between them, then Anya suddenly pulled my hand away, telling me to wait. She climbed on top of me her hands reaching out and cupping my breasts, rubbing and pinching my nipples. She positioned her body so her pussy was against mine, then started moving back and to, round and round. This was a favourite of mine and I arched my back, pressing against her hard as our clitties rubbed together. Then Anya stopped, leaned over and kissed me, then moved up to sit astride of my face. I was surprised by her domination but found it exciting. This was new for me. She held my head and lowered herself down telling me to lick her. I moved closer and kissed her really wet lips, moving up and down them softly. Again she ordered me to lick her. Slipping my tongue between her pussy lips I licked along the length of her slit, pushing it up into her hole then moving to circle her clitty. Anya pulled my head harder against her, calling for me to do it harder and faster. She was crying. "Why don't you two go grab some drinks and we'll catch up later."he told both of us.Kate went straight for the room with the alcohol. I followed her past the dancing crowd.I was following her until some drunk guy grabbed me by the waist and began dancing behind me.His crotch grinded into my ass as he held me by the waist to prevent me from leaving. "Maybe later!" I yelled. I had to speak loudly over the music and chatter. "What's your name?"He asked me. "Emma!" I said. "I'm Carl!" he said still grinding on my ass to the music.It was so disgusting. Some random drunk guy was dry humping me right in front of everybody. From the looks of it,no one seemed to care and Kate was gone. I let him continue to pushthe crotch of his jeans into my ass because I didn't know what else to do."Ok, I gotta go find my sister. Ill talk to you later Carl." I yelled to him behind me.He didn't seem to listen. He just kept grinding on my ass and his hands started gettinga little to friendly. He ran his.
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