And each time, the heel of her hand pressed hard against Misty’s clit. “You do know we need to shower again before we can get dressed for the ball’ don’t you?” She asked. xxx sex . “Well the boys are having fun.” Nex sniffed. The ball of Nex’s thumb squished it from side to side, almost grinding it against Misty’s pelvis. Nex in turn craned her neck down, and her mouth closed over Misty’s proud little clit, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Misty’s voice was lost, her brain just refused to function. Misty sat on the hard wooden stands under the hot summer sun. “Well I’m not going alone, so you are coming with me, there are two tickets.” Misty said earnestly as the elevator door opened on the 5th floor and she led the way down a plush green carpeted corridor to room 57, which overlooked the river. She looked into Misty’s eyes and suddenly it all became crystal clear. Misty squirmed, her mouth open and her tongue trying to find Nex’s tonsils. . She leaned in, scooting closer as Misty slumped into her arms. The race wasn’t nail biting, after the first few laps of intense action and the usual knockouts at the first corner of the race, there had been little for the Ferrari clad Misty to cheer about, probably out of boredom, her similarly clothed boyfriend had begun an argument
