But only if you’ll tell me what’s wrong.’ She takes a small step back, her face falling a bit. ‘Wrong? What do you mean? Why would something b... wrong?’ The guards have all come up again. I turn and face her head-on. ‘I mean that you’re acting weird as all hell. I don’t believe that any amount of time could make the Jasmine I knew act so …afraid. Something is going on, and I think it’s part of why you called me. I want to know what it is.’ Suddenly, she’s crying. I mean, like sobbing and making. His tongue flicked too and fro over her swollen clit. Cathy immediately reached down and, gripping the back of his head, started to grind herself against his face."Oh yes, yes!" she grunted. "Deeper, harder!" she urged.He drew in her scent, tasted the lips of her pussy. If asked, he would never have been able to recall the number of times he'd fantasised over this woman. Now here she was, legs open, her hands on his head urging him on to see to her shaven pussy.He pushed firmly against her, his. I felt my orgasm build. His mouth, hot on my clit and his finger inside me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I began to cum — all of my sweet pussy juices coating his face. He gently licked my pussy, every drop of my sweetness and made me cum again and then kissed his way up to my face where he kissed my mouth, deeply and passionately. He held me until I stopped trembling and then helped me up and led me to the bedroom. He undressed and then sat on the edge of the bed. ‘Come here, baby,’ he. " Charlotte turned away, squinting as she reached back, slender fingers teasing through his short black hair. With a devilish smile, he slid his finger over the sensitive flesh of her thighs and into her shorts, chuckling at her soft moan as her thighs widened for him as he started playing with the short curly hairs crowning her pussy. When she didn’t protest, he moved his fingers downward and began stroking between her moist pink folds. "So now she's your friend? You didn't seem to remember.