Brooklyn

Brooklyn eyes herself in her bedroom mirror, making sure her nipples poke through the thin pink t-shirt, that her red hair spills just-so down over her shoulders. She bites her lip and mediates on the basic white panties she has on. She decides to remove them. She replaces them with tight gray shorts, pulling them up taut, and is pleased to see how they hug her legs and cling to the shape of her puffy pussy, letting its outline show through.

Shayla

Cedric notices my regard and winks at me. He pulls Shayla onto his lap, his groping taking a more direct turn. His one hand pinches her nipples while his other slips under her waistband, making the crotch of her pants bulge and flutter as his fingers work on her.