Tegan didn’t bother to respond. Indian sex Maybe she deserved it. “I’ll show you my pussy.” Tegan said bluntly, cutting through the bullshit. The other girl was hanging off Jackson almost possessively. She took a swig of water and wandered over to them. Jackson looked confused for a moment then shrugged. The guys exchanged a glance. She knew he’d have an intimate view of her juicy, well-fucked pussy and her little rear hole. At first she didn’t move, it didn’t really click with her at first that it was actually all over until the men stood in front of her and shaved head patted her gently on the cheek. He felt thick, but it was always difficult to gauge as every cock felt a lot bigger when it was in her ass. She turned and merged with the other dances, deciding to vent some energy by putting on some moves while gradually migrating across the floor. At this point she felt like kneeling on a public bathroom floor letting a complete stranger cum on her tits was about her lowest point, so if Jackson wanted to test the limits of her depravity she was going to show him what he was capable of.
