‘Ohhhhhhhh!’ she moaned, her hand still holding his boner. Her pussy was so tight, so wet. It gripped his finger as he sunk it into her as far as ...e could. He slid it in and out of her, Amy writhed her pussy against his hand. He ran his finger back up her lips to her clit, where he again tickled it. ‘Ohhhh Fuck, Jeff, I can’t concentrate!’ she moaned. He bent his head between her legs, pushing her skirt up higher and her panties further to the side. Her scent was powerful, her pink pussy lips. I think we are not wild horny anymore. But we are drunk. We are chatting on the couch and I doze off for a short while. She is not there anymore. I see the light of my bedroom on. She passed out on my bed. She is wearing a short skirt, I can see her panties: they are green.I stand there and think for a while: we are young and it is Saint Patrick so... who cares. I pull her panties off, split her legs and go for that pussy: tastes strong but I like it. She wakes up. "Sebas! oh my gosh, you. She took a few more strokes with the razor as she slowly slid her finger into me. She said said that she was done and I turned around. Barbara was on her knees and my fully erect clitty was inches in front of her face. She said “Enjoying it?” and I replied “Yes, but I probably shouldn’t like it so much.” She said she missed a spot and put her hand on my clit to address it. I saw I had a little pre-cum starting to flow and I could tell she saw it too. She smiled and said “Is your pre-cum sweet?”. The pain he revealed to her was real and more forlorn than anything he had shown her so far. It stabbed at her heart, making her hate herself for the words she had hurled so carelessly at him. ‘You’re bleeding,’ she said, only now seeing the crimson streak that trailed down the right side of his face. ‘Yeah, well, I got hit in the face with a door.’ ‘Serves you right for sneaking around in the dark,’ she said with little conviction. ‘Does it hurt?’ ‘Like you care…’ ‘I do care, Niko,’ she.