She knelt up, took my dick in her hand and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. With a slight wince, she slid it in passed her lips and all the way...inside herself."I'm so sensitive, stay still for a few moments please," she said. Our bodies pressed against each other, sticky with chocolate spread and saliva. Jill began to rock back and forth on my cock, riding me slowly. I was so deep I could feel her cervix on the tip of my dick. She caressed my face as we kissed and tongued. I was so hard;. Without her friends egging her on she felt adrift. I thought again how pretty she was. She looked younger than eighteen. She had a child face, a lovely, lithe body just filling out, and her charmingly arranged hair, braided on top her head, and crowned with wildflowers. Her eyes were moist with infatuation. Eager to keep to the conversation going, she came up with ‘Um, can I see your belt buckle again?’ I knew she wasn’t that interested in my buckle, but this was her way of reinitiating a. She had turned around and her groin was near my face. She was avidly sucking me. Not sucking really, because since that day when I rammed my cock past her throat, she was always careful to straighten her throat and keep a strait line path into her mouth so that if I got excited and rammed in again it wouldn’t hurt her. My cockhead was always past her throat and she had developed a technique of gurgling so that the ripples of her throat muscles stimulated my cockhead. I could take charge anytime. The kiss went on and on, the passion building until Brianna felt Merrigan's hands sliding up and down her back.When Merrigan's hand brushed Brianna's ass, Brianna knew they'd gone far enough. With a pang of regret, she broke the kiss. A little whimper escaped Merrigan's lips as their foreheads touched. Brianna was tempted to resume the kiss when she felt Merrigan's warm, panting breaths bathing her lips. The sound of movement in the water beside them broke the reverie and Brianna slowly moved.