My Children's Friends: 08 Meg
My tongue pushed into her starfish. She moaned loudly as I fucked her ass with my tongue.
Meg was a tiny seventeen-year-old gymnast visiting our country from Norway. She was spending the weekend with Dary, my youngest, at our house. They were sitting in the backseat of my car, still wearing their one-piece gym uniform. The tight spandex ones that your ass hangs out in the back. They were giggling and talking away. I caught Meg’s eye in the rearview mirror. She winked at me. Once home, the girls put on their sk...