Her hand traveled slowly to her breast, and a shudder ran through her body as she squeezed the nipple. The sensation weakened her, and she realized th...t she wanted, no, needed the hand squeezing her nipple to be HIS hand. It was that hand she wanted to bring her the pleasure she craved. A pleasure mixed with the tantalizing sensation discomfort. Something a little rougher. Her other lovers had always been so gentle. Perhaps it was her diminutive size that brought that out in men. She had no. Quickly she ran across the road, darting between the stationary cars. As soon as she set foot on the roundabout she took out the mask, grasping it tightly she slipped it over her head and breathed deeply. The grass felt cold beneath her feet as she kicked off her shoes and stepped carefully between the flowers, already her fingers were gripping at the hem of her dress her pulse quickening. In the centre of the roundabout was a small grouping of bushes she slipped into them and waited, the sound. While I was kissing her neck I started pulling down her skirt. She was wearing black sheer panties that looked so good on her. I’m sure anything looked good on her. Then I took off her shirt and she had on a black bra. Her tits were a perky B cup and looked nice in that bra. She smiled and said “You next Miguel”. I pulled off my shirt first then I took my jeans off next. Now it looked like I had a tent in my pants I was so hard. Then she undid her bra and let it fall. Her areolas were about. A single finger, curling slightly and reaching up towards her pubic bone. Meghan had taught him that much. Make sure the girl is happy and you got a sure thing going. There. Right there. He could feel the different texture of skin inside her. G-Spot. She moaned. Loudly. And her body twitched. Bingo. He stroked her there, his finger keeping the light pressure as it moved faster and faster. His tongue went back to her clit and he wrapped his lips around it, pulling it into his mouth where his.