Kizzy giggled and squirmed on my lap. “His nose is cold” she informed me. She pulled the T-shirt up which allowed me to crane my head over her sho...lder and see that the bloody dog was licking her pussy! Kizzy squirmed on my lap, she raise her arms up over her head and writhed about, her butt rubbing into my groin and making me hard again. Automatically I lifted the T-shirt up over her head and over her arms, throwing it to the floor. “Mmmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she turned her face to me, I. I rubbed my face in her light brown hair until I found her ear.“Now?” I whispered.“Yes,” she answered. I rolled back to my back and tugged at her. She got the message and in a moment was sitting straddling my thighs, holding my cock in her hands. She sat there for a minute, looking down at what she held, stroking slightly to make sure I was hard. Then she rose up and positioned me at her entrance and slowly sank down. Hot. Wet. Slippery. Tight. All the usual descriptions applied but the. It has been almost a month since I got used to this routine.Maria is almost a teen now but do possess some small girl’s characteristics. She somehow used to me as an alternative to her mother who is a divorcee. Since I have no role of replacing a wife, this is almost a Babysitter play. I parked the car in the portico of the posh villa.Maria tired of her hectic day in her school throw herself in the sofa. I picked all her belongings and put them inside her room. I came back to drawing room, she. So I started fucking the bottle, up and down, in and out, I was in complete control of how far it penetrated into my cunt. With guys, they are always pumping, too, trying to get farther in. It's hard to keep a rhythm with two people wanting to move at different speeds. But the bottle was just my slave. I push down, he goes in. I pull up, he comes out. Slippery, slippery. I need to touch my clit so I can come. I reach one hand under my skirt and find my button, which is on fire. I can feel the.