Growling, she tears at his belt, jerks at the button, yanks the zipper down. One hand then shoots inside, under his clothing. Her delicate fingers enc...rcle his cock, pulling on it eagerly. The semi-hard member quickly grows firmer. She whimpers, the sound a mixture of hunger and satisfaction.“Definitely what you want,” he smirks, continuing to fondle her breast and watch her squirm beneath him. “You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”Her lustful gaze meets his. Her fingers tighten as she tugs on. He was just reaching up when he was stunned into silence while Hannah calmly unzipped his well worn blue jeans and slipped her small hand inside his fly! A moment later he regained his senses and stammered, "W-what in the hell do you think you're doing!?!" By now the cute little blonde had her hand firmly around the rapidly thickening monster, and again in a little girl's voice replied softly, "Why Ben, I do believe that you're shy!!!" Brit hadn't bargained for anything quite like this and. We were in a liplock for about five minutes. Then I said, “It’s ok Mom I understand you didn’t do it intentionally.” If she does that intentionally I would be crushed to a pulp. Then she understood I was tired so she used two hands and lifted me to her chest like a baby.I was so aroused she was able to lift me. Then I never expected! She lifted me above her head so easily and went near the bed and dropped me down. Then she said it’s my turn Pattu. She jumped over the bed rolling over me.Oh,. It was that first slow, tentative breach inside where I trembled as all of me was tightly sheathed.It was the way you whispered my name again and again. A dark chant. A loving prayer. A primal plea. A slow and throaty exhale against my ear as your hips writhe, as my arms lock around your back and move with you, deeper into your feverish, nectar-soaked tunnel. Even then, I knew it was a sound that only a soulmate could actualize. It was everything. It was you. The collective of who I always.