"Do you need any help making dinner?"The evening was nice. I took charge of the pasta while he made a delicious cheese sauce. Together we made one bar...ly passable chef. After we washed up, we decided to watch some TV. That was how I found myself sitting very close to him on the small sofa they had in their living room. I'm ashamed to admit I had a raging boner, luckily I was able to pass it off as a fold in my trousers from my current position. Then, however, the worst imaginable thing. You remove your finger and trail in down my flat stomach until you reach my most intimate part. You easily slide your wet finger between the soaking lips of my pussy and I throw my head back with the sensations. It feels so fucking good when you touch my pussy. You know exactly what to do with those expert fingers. You toy with me for what seems like hours, constantly avoiding my throbbing clit. The moment you fully plunge your digit into my tight wetness I cum. I ride your finger like I ride. Van's balls slapped lewdly on her unturned asscheeks as he drove into her tight little hole with hard, fast cock-stabs.Loni's daddy glanced down, thrilling to the obscene sight of his thick, throbbing cock pulling out and shoving back into the girl's ass all the way. He loved watching her hips wriggling in response to his driving jabs. He knew her wild movements meant that she was getting off on this ass-fucking just as much as he was, and that thrilled him to the core."Yeah, baby," he grunted,. There were times she thought about leaving them off when she was going to be leading cheers at a basketball game, but she hadn't done so yet. The lips of Mandy's pussy were soft and swollen and wet, but the wetness wasn't from the shower. Her fingers slowly caressed them, almost all the way to her clit. She could have made herself cum by massaging that swollen love button, but she didn't want to, at least not then. Sometimes she climaxed from playing with her pussy while in bed by herself, but.