I glanced at Stephanie for instructions. “Keep going,” the sorority girl directed. I want to see you two little cunts completely naked.” Lexi looked up in shock at the offensive term, and I thought she was going to cry. I felt a rush of protective anger surge through me. How dare Stephanie use such term in reference to such a cute and innocent girl! But then I swallowed my feelings, knowing that the sorority girl was just trying to push our proverbial buttons as part of the gagging test. I stepped towards Lexi, my hands shaking with nervousness as they found their way to her hips. Despite the tight fit of her skirt, not an ounce of body fat rolled over the hem. I slowly traced my tits fingers up and down her firm flanks, admiring her form. She gazed into my eyes as my fingers slid down to her waistline, then worked their way around to the back of her skirt, finding the garment’s zipper. In the silence of the dusty storeroom, the sound of the zipper being slowly drawn down was all-encompassing. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I tugged her tight skirt downward as she helpfully wriggled her hips back and forth to assist in the process. Freed from the rounded swell of her hips, the skirt slid easily down her tanned and well-formed legs. Her skin had a golden tone from lots of time in the sun, but I noticed not a hint of tan lines, despite the impossibly small panties the girl was wearing. Lexi shifted her weight from foot to foot as I tugged the garment away, leaving her standing in nothing but high heels and her tight little panties. I slipped the high-heeled shoes off her dainty feet as she steadied herself on my shoulders. My face was between her upper thighs and I could smell the wafting scent of her growing sexual excitement. My mouth watered in an involuntary response, and I gulped in surprise at the strange urges that were washing over me. I big could feel the sensation of butterflies in my tummy, and down lower my loins began to simmer more urgently with a humid desire. With her shoes removed, I turned my attention to her last article of clothing -- her tight little thong panties. Still on my knees, I looked up at Lexi, but she had her eyes closed, swaying doggystyle slowly back and forth as if in a trance. I brought my hands to her hips, finding the narrow strip of elastic that comprised the hem of her panties. A small patch of dark blue cloth served as the crotch. Unable to resist, I gazed lustfully at enticing swell of her panty-covered vaginal mound. The soft material was pulled up tight into the cleft of her pussy, forming a perfectly obvious camel toe. As I savored the sight, a dark glistening stain of wetness tight soaked slowly through the cottony patch of material, gradually growing in size. I inhaled deeply. The unmistakable alluring pheromones of Lexi’s pussy going into heat hung heavily in the air. MY pulse pounding, I slowly I peeled the panties down off her hips. The panty crotch rolled downward, exposing her naked pussy. This story is dedicated to my one and only. Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! A small smile crossed the king's lips, "I didn't say that now did I?" In fact ten years or so later Kay was divorced and living with us in between places. A minute later, a roaring, screeching car made gagging Deana jump. The barely-there minidress had already tested her resolve, but tits now my additional request was really pushing her to her limit, as I had expected. One chance to make the perfect edit. Ann is a front desk clerk at the Post Office, Michael, and Joe is a retired postman. Thank you for doing this for us he said. Her limp body being assaulted, Dr. Giordano wrapped his big strong hands around her throat and slowly began squeezing her neck cutting of the flow of blood and oxygen. What a manipulative little minx. As I slide between her asscheeks I look over her shoulder, curious what she passed me up for. Bulldog showed no sign of slowing as she pummeled this sweet little college girls wet pussy. A good, good man who cares even about the bastard child I foisted big on his daughter because my Grandpa told me to. And James had known Jess long enough to know it was pointless trying to keep a secret from tight her. He could talk doggystyle to you about Shakespeare while stripping down an engine.