This lad was really good at playing with dick. He was making my dick feel well horny. We were both pre-cumming big time, getting each other’s hands ...ll wet and sticky. He was squirming as my hand went up and down on his hot tender cock. “This is one of the perks of being a sexy cute-as-fuck paperboy, innit?” I said. “You get your customers to play with your cock.” He was moving his hips, and his dick was going in and out of my fist. I had to say it. I may not have been the first lad to do this. After weeks of wondering how she would tell him how she felt, trying to find the words; she decided that she was just going to do it. So that night when they went for a walk, she blurted out to him. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, I don’t want you to go, I need you.”He stopped where he was, as she looked at him she thought to herself, “This is it, I have just ruined the best friendship she had ever had”.Just as she was thinking of saying she was joking; he grabbed her hand. The room is full of the musky scent of intense sexual arousal and I love it.All of a sudden Dwayne shouts, “Deana, kiss me now!”I move so I can kiss him, as his fingers remain inside my pussy. I can taste the creamy-flavored mixture in my mouth. Our tongues wrestle and it brings me to another earth-shattering climax. I’m about to stand on wobbly legs and have Dwayne help position me so my pussy is at the edge of the bed once more. He raises himself to place himself on level with her open, ready. I find I can tuck the rocket inside of you, and maneuver it with my tongue, the sensations not quite enough to bring your release, but the tiny vibrations still managing to spread and tease and stimulate your now neglected and yearning clit. I listen to your ragged breath, hear it catch. So very close, little one. My fingers followed the path of your juices, those my lips have not already captured, as they trickle down between your legs. I collect them on my fingers, and now you can feel me.