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I fucked away at Hairy Lisa, her black ponytail bouncing back and forth, her back muscles rippling underneath her lightly tanned skin. She pushed back into me and let out a louder moan when Karen reached up to play with Lisa's nipples. After a bit of this Karen got up and indicated she wanted to get underneath Lisa. Lisa lifted up an arm to let her in. Karen slid in, her head near where I was still drilling Lisa, Karen's legs spread for her friend. Lisa immediately dropped her mouth onto Karen's pussy, her ponytail falling forward onto the bed. I felt Karen start to play with Lisa's clit, her fingers occasionally brushing against my cock. I plow into Lisa's pussy, grabbing her hips and fucking her with increasing force. I japanese can feel it building, but don't want it to happen for a long time. I looked down and saw the girls' discarded bikini bottoms on the floor. For some reason that was all I could handle. Bam. I'm coming in Lisa, completely out of nowhere. I moan again, this time louder. I feel her pussy muscles clamp down against me, milking the cum out of me. She moans louder, then moans loudly into Karen's pussy, coming again. I pulled out of her and we all collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed. We were sweaty and exhausted and sticky and oh so very satisfied. We rested for a few minutes before going and taking a group shower: also a crowded experience. There was no fucking around in the small tits shower (well, maybe a little), mostly quiet conversations and smiles. We didn't get a chance to do that again. We went home later that week, and our parents were teen annoyingly present for the rest of the trip. After we returned home there were a few other sordid adventures, but none were as emotional as that first one. Karen told me later that she and Lisa had been talking about me, and that she really did go into the bathroom to change, but she just kinda-sorta-accidentally-on-purpose left the door open. I did give the memory card to Karen. I assume she still has the pictures; I only saw the full set once, and respected her wishes around that. I do have one picture, though: the first one I took. I insisted on having a copy of it, upon pain of death Hardcore if it were to make it onto the net. I still have it, and cherish it. That laugh, those eyes, that beauty. Karagoth, her hands tied behind her back, naked, on teen her knees before me. She grabbed me in her Hardcore hand. “Yes, that would be fine.” He said. I wanted something more permanent. He exclaimed... “That was made in Italy. I just lay there and felt a wet rush in my pussy. She turned around and saw that I still stood dressed in my shirt and shorts. Sitting on one of the spreaders that faced into the room japanese I spread my legs wide and small tits held them like that for ages before closing them. “Oh God.” I moaned. I responded as I set down the game and Hairy oil.