In one of these sleepovers I usually don’t pay attention to what they do, but this one night I just couldn’t sleep it was like 2 AM suddenly I hea...d in the distance a bead creaking, well a supposed my boy is having one nice night fucking just the way teenagers can go, it kind of arouse me since I was remembering our first sexual intercourse, suddenly I felt the urge to pee, I woke up but not turning on any lights of course I didn’t wanted to scare those k**s, I walked barefoot but on my way to. My tongue fucking her pussy makes her to orgasm again. Once she releases her orgasm, I ask her the next position. Her favourite positions are doggie and reverse cow girl.She asks for reverse cow girl position. We both reposition with me lying down and she climbs on top of me with her back to me. She adjusts my cock at the entrance of her love hole and pushes herself in.Before pushing in, she stretches her hands out asking me to hold them I hold her palms while she thrusts herself. Once we start. I wonder, vaguely, if conversation would make this better or worse. Asmodeus does not throw words around haphazardly, he means everything he says. He seems to understand the power in words their indelible nature and he chooses them wisely. As a person who has always said spoken her mind, often regardless of the consequences, I find the change as unsettlingly beautiful as an exotic animal. And, for a woman who usually talks a lot, I find that the silences between us tend to be surprisingly. "It's beautiful." I kissed under her arm and tongued her armpit to release more of her scent."That tickles," she said."Okay I won't," I said and went back to massaging her breasts. I modified my stroke so my fingertips would stroke her hair. "Were you a natural girl in high school?" I asked."No," she replied. "This is a newer thing for me." Well -- I like it. I never doubted you were a natural, Nordic blond. When someone colors their hair you can tell -- it doesn't match the rest of them..