Internal Creampie Threesome Featuring Proxy Paige And Angel Piaff In A Messy Oral Encounter

“when do you wanna meet”
The message read in generic black font across the bright white of her computer screen. He sat directly in front of her in the amphitheater-style lecture hall, and she often found herself stealing glances in his direction. Instead of ringlets of icy blonde, her shoulder-length hair fell about her face in soft waves, fading from black to a light brown where she had dyed it herself. She needed to make them last. 6:45 AM. She began circling her clit insistently as she pulled her fingers slowly in and out of her pussy, coating them with her own wetness. Ashley was already 15 minutes late when Delia began impatiently leafing through the textbook. She was impressed. Ashley began leafing through the textbook, tilting his face at such an angle that the overhead lighting caught on his angular jawline.