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Fat Tuesday
Damien laughed and watched Casey as the parade went by. This was her
first Mardi gras. He stood behind
her with his hands on her hips, and he pulled her shirt up showing her full
breasts and hard nipples when the crowd would yell "Show your tits!" When he
pulled her shirt back down he would pinch her nipples as she ground her ass
against his hard cock. He pulled her ass tightly against him. He pushed his
throbbing cock between her tight ass cheeks as she
laughed.
Mandy stood on the balcony, watching the crowd. She kept coming back to a
young couple on the street corner. His long black hair and her light blonde hair
were a perfect contrast. She watched him humping his cock against her as he
pulled her shirt up, exposing her hard nipples. Her pussy twitched and her clit
hardened as she saw his hand slide around her, grabbing her crotch tightly as he
pulled her back against him hard. She could see her moan. She slipped her hands
inside the cape she wrapped around her body. She brushed against her clit,
feeling the drops of moisture that traveled down her legs.
Damien looked around as Casey gathered several scattered strands of
beads. He looked up and saw Mandy watching them. She smiled as she opened the
black cape, showing him her sleek nude body. Her nipples were hard, and her
slick, wet pussy glistened in the lamplight. His cock jumped when he saw her
hand slip between her pussy lips her.
He knew she was rubbing her clit. He glanced down and saw Casey's tight
ass thrust up at him. His hand rubbed his cock through his jeans. He looked back
toward the balcony, and she was gone.