![]() It looks super different from the first, but still pretty cool. Without wasting a second, Dan seized the coed's t- shirt, whipped it off her and tossed it violently across the room. With a laugh and a sudden what- the- hell smile, Ally threw her arms up. Quickly she glanced over the other guys in the room, all now unashamedly watching her. As he did so, he also steadily bunched up her t- shirt, slowly exposing her firm, pale belly until the loose fabric was gathered just below her round breasts. His strong fingers slid under the hem of her t- shirt, digging into her bare back. With a sly grin, Dan slowly slid his massaging hands down Ally's arching back. ![]() ![]() ![]() It hovered in the air, throbbing with the music, unknown to Ally but growing in the eyes of the guys watching her. A private gathering of assorted friends and friends of friends, the music at Pat's wasn't as loud or the crowd as large and raucous as at a typical frat party, but the tendency for things to get a bit out of control remained. Music throbbed from the other room.Īnother Friday night party at Pat's was gearing up. Four other guys sat around them, lounging on chairs and couches and even the floor, chatting while they shot increasingly less discrete glances at the sensual girl. The older man, Dan, continued to massage the young coed's shoulders, his heavy, strong hands digging deliciously into her tense muscles. The blonde coed arched her back, unaware of the spectacle of her full breasts straining against her t- shirt.
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