She was visibly caught off-guard - they normally began their sessions in this room with Olivia getting on her knees, or bending over a wall, but this time, taking the both of them by surprise, Phil kissed her. He grabbed her by the waist and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then another one, and before either of them knew it, they were feverishly battling tongues and grabbing each asian other’s bodies all over the way clumsy passionate teenagers do. Phil had a mess of emotions and hormones swimming inside of him and he knew this was the perfect way to let them all out. Olivia was practically asking for it anyways - she enjoyed being his toy, his cocksleeve, his own personal slut. Phil barely registered when he evolved from making out with her to mashing her against the wall, grinding his pelvis up against hers and placing his hand on her breast, squeezing roughly. Olivia was enjoying him taking control, if her dad little gasps and moans were any indication. She surrendered herself to the situation, moaning away as Phil took control and let his hands roam freely over her body. “You’re wearing too much, slut.” he eventually growled into her ear. Olivia looked back blonde at him to see a hungry, authoritative gaze plastered on his face. She shivered. Obediently and eagerly, she tore herself away from the wall and stripped, getting rid of her shirt, then her bra. She started to take off her pants when Phil held up a hand. “Stop.” he commanded gruffly, walking over to her. “I’ll handle that.” Sinking a little lower, Phil began to slowly take off her pants. Deliberately slowly. Teasingly slowly. Olivia stared at him, breathing deeply in anticipation, her nipples getting noticeably harder. As Phil leaned down, he took one of those nipples teen into his mouth, playing with her with his tongue. Olivia shuddered and leaned her head back, biting her lip at the sensation. Phil took his mouth off of her nipple. “You seem sensitive today.” he remarked, pulling her pants down. Olivia shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I am.” she replied flatly. Phil chuckled and his eyes narrowed. “Then let’s see what I can do with that.” he added, wasting no time in pulling down her panties and flipping her around. Grabbing her by the hair, he guided her to the wall, japanese where he mashed her body firmly against the plaster. “Tell me you want this.” he growled. “Fuck.” Olivia muttered under her breath. “Please, Phil. I want this so badly. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to ram me until I can’t see anything.” “Good girl.” Phil replied in a dominating voice as he angled himself up behind her. With his free hand, he rubbed her slit up and down, feeling her wetness for him and smiling at its abundance. Her blonde teen hair and big, fake titties swung back and forth as I plowed her. We probably should have warned you about him. She pressed her mouth to mine, opening my sealed lips, wrapping her tongue with mine, making me melt into her despite myself. “But she will keep a secret. I pulls the laptop out and turn it on. Then she stopped. Small pussy throbbing orgasms just with a pinch of my nipples. I didn’t know what to say at first because I felt so guilty but I quickly told her that her sister was feeling sick So I took her to the restroom to throw up and then I took her to the guest blonde room to sleep it off. We asian enjoyed our meal and each other’s company. Different challenge and was fun to write. As Holly's climax subsided she tries to catch her breath, "Sara... you...you got to go next. She could feel the warmth and a pretty large wet spot on the crotch of her dad leggings. Mommys dirty talk was exciting to my ears. My parents forced me into a closet as giant machine like ships came down from the sky. Tracy captured the crown of my dick in her warm mouth. If I’m wearing anything with ‘Hello Kitty’, it means I’m ‘working’ that day. I leave you for a few minutes to allow the anticipation to build. Just don’t forget that if you want to get him hard for you, make sure you rub his dick through his pants, he loves that. “Woof-woof!” Julia grinned again, and blew bubbles into the air. “With a brush handle yes but not a japanese man’s thing,” Lucinda insisted and added, “You do look most peculiar intertwined like that.”