Barely able to tear her eyes away from her own exposed flesh—her skirt has ridden up impossibly high because of her legs being open, she nevertheless notices that the men ringing the garage have divided their attention in one of two directions: either the car seat on which Sam is located, or the one on which she is seated with Tyrus. xxx Already wet from the heavy petting at the bar, Vickie is soon quite liberally wet and Tyrus’s rough cheeks and chin are soon covered with her rich, almost sweet scent. The Swollen Susie, a cramped, cheap punk club that admits 18andups but still serves alcohol is where the quartet of giggling girls heads. Withdrawing slightly from between Sam’s legs, she lays her head on Sam’s thigh and licks leisurely at the outermost pussy
