“OHHH, Mister Ceee,” Sindea half moaned out as she felt his fingers enter her holy of holies. She squirmed in anticipation, her beautiful little butt dancing on Frank’s lap, as the fingers pressed into her velvet passage. They pushed further into her and she let out a long gasp as Frank’s fingers began to play her like a violin. She spread her tawny legs, opening herself to more of Frank’s hand and lended herself over to pleasure. She could feel her Coach’s hard cock, throbbing like a menacing, reawakened volcano, underneath her trying to push up through the cotton and denim that surrounded it in order to join the party.
