Farrah Moan

I ripped off my blindfold: now I could see. My vision wouldn’t be affected by the drug. Before me Farrah sat astride a man who was, apparently, her boyfriend. His legs were spread wide and he rested his hands on his knees, her legs were between his, and subsequently, I was between theirs’. His were hairy while hers were smooth and milky and amazing.

I ran my hands up her legs from her knees to his cock which was sticking up from his groin right between and past her pussy lips. When my fingers touched his cock it was hot and powerful and ugly. Her fingertips touched it too. She rubbed it between her wet lips making squishy sounds. There was no chance it would enter her: it was way too long, reaching half way up her bush. She pulled it tight against herself then softly blew a gentle stream of air accross their sex organs. The warm smell of sweet summer sweat wafted over my face.

The sight of his cock helped me to resist. It had protruding veins popping out like on a weightlifter’s arms. I could see the shapes of the blood engorged areas which allowed it to become erect. It was dimpled on some parts and the swollen head was a deeper shade – almost reddish. Additionally, I could clearly make out the orbs inside his loose furry sack.

While her platinum pubic hair was beautiful his seemed wiry and disgusting. I couldn’t believe my fingertips were buried in his pubes. How was I not running away?