“I’d like to kiss your pussy,” he said, his voice emanating dry and gruff from a parched throat.“No,” she said quickly, reaching for his coc.... “I want fucking not licking. C’mon, big boy, give me what you’ve got.”Carl grinned as she guided him to her pussy lips, rubbed the head up and down her ever-widening slit and put him into the starting position. Poised for action, she let go of his shaft and raised her hips to meet his initial thrust of penetration. They both gasped and sighed with. So very long ago..."Michael why are we going this way? It's much shorter round by the church." Sandra's voice was petulant. She had wanted to be home before dark. It wasn't that she was afraid but, she had to admit to herself, she had always felt more comfortable in the presence of people with bright lights all around."I know," Michael replied, "it's just that there's something I want to show you. It won't take long. Just a few minutes out of our way." Oh alright then," she said. She loved Mike. Letting go of her nipple, I found her mouth, kissing her firmly, I loved the slow sensuous touch of our tongues as they danced together. Moving my tongue down her throat to the valley between her breasts, with both hands, I cupped the roundness of them as I moved my tongue lower. Emma was massaging my shoulders and arms and moaning softly as waves coursed through her body.I worked my way down with my tongue and mouth, running my tongue around her navel then onto the top of her slit and then. Without warning, she engulfed his cock in her mouth, her right hand gently squeezing his balls, her tongue working its way up and down his shaft. George moaned and entangled his hands in her hair, slowly fucking her mouth as he felt his balls start to tighten. Giving his cock a few more licks, Jazzy sat back, cock in hand as she tongue fucked the little slit, enjoying the salty taste of his precum. Standing up before she made him cum, Jazzy wiggled out of her thong and laid down on the blanket,.