Trapped

"Trish, should I tit fuck your girl?"

"Yeah, fucking do it Paul, go on!"

Paul straddled the girl and placed his cock between her tits; he looked at Trish, then he looked down at Sandy.

"Push them together, good job! Look at your mom when I doing this."

Then he started pumping his dick; the cheap bed, already worked over from earlier, and started creaking. Sandy started breathing hard, then harder, her tits rising and falling, her mouth open; once she quit having her eyes on Trish; he stopped, raised up and gave each breast a fucking hard open palmed slap. Finally he got up, stepped off the back of the bed and yanked Sandy back by her ankles, setting her ass right on the edge. He then had Trish move and grab her girl's wrists.

"Okay, pull, pull her back hard!" Sandy cried out.

"Ouch, please, don't!"

Then Paul again, to Trish.

"Pull fucking harder! Good."

Sandy let out a wail, her chest pulled taut, making her tits stick right out even more; he then set her legs on his shoulders. Placing his dick up against her cunt he paused.

"Keep your eyes on each other..." then he slowly entered the eighteen year old.