Maybe Ethan was right. Maybe she did need to talk over the details with someone who had real experience. And hadn’t he said talk anyway? Maybe that ...as all he wanted to do. Even if it wasn’t, that didn’t mean that she had to do anything more.Although, if she was being honest with herself, she knew she wanted to. She wanted to give herself over to him, let him use her the way the women she wrote about were used. She was ready to take chances and try new things, instead of just writing about. Regardless of the reason, Jason’s stamina meant he could control and hold back his climax long enough that Emma could build to her own orgasm. He could tell she was getting close because he could see her fingers twitching and clenching rhythmically every time he bottomed out in her. Her breathing began to grow more laboured, and her thighs were clenching sporadically about his waist. When he felt his girlfriend’s slight body go rigid beneath him in the beginnings of her orgasm, the thrill of. She looked at the time on her brightly lit dashboard. It read a quarter after two. She wanted if it was to late to she here. But was headed down the road prepared to make that forty-five minute trip to see Alexia before she even realized it. She could not know what she hoped to expect. That would have been too much for her and she would have turned the car right back around and head home. It never even dawned on her that she was going to see her regardless tomorrow.Jen pulled into a vacant. I pushed her legs open wide, and leaned my face down close to her pussy. Her clit was much larger than mine. It looked like a tiny penis. She was obviously wet, and I could smell the muskiness of her pussy. I liked that I could turn her on like this. She said "Do it!! Lick me, lick my pussy". I timidly ran my tongue along her pussy lips. She let out a sigh saying "Oh yeah". I continued to lick her. I wasn't sure I would like the taste, but the more I licked the more I liked it. As I.