By the time I concentrate on her cunt just breathing warmly on her clit which she also likes she is writhing again in anticipation as I use my tongue ...n her pleasure button. I sniff her pussy odour which I love then begin licking her outer lips slowly and gently at first then gradually speeding up, using two fingers to help stimulate her. Some times she squirts almost as far as I ejaculate while I,m eating her out, but she Always emits loads of lubricating juices, tastey juices I love to smell. Her French knickers were satin, as was the matching, tiny suspender belt. I pulled the knickers to one side and slid my fingers across her clit. She shuddered and gave a soft moan, opening her legs a little to allow me easier access. The sound encouraged me. It was a moan of pleasure. Easily inserting my fingers into her soaking vagina, I moved them gently about inside her. “Oh God!” she whispered, rocking her hips back and forth. “Don’t stop… please… that’s gorgeous.” It was clear in my mind. I studied my handiwork as she jerked and pulled. Her cries swallowed by the sound absorbing walls. Her cheer skirt flipped around her thighs as she fought for her freedom.I slid my hands up her legs. So smooth. Like ivory. I felt her muscles flex as she tried to kick me off. “No stop it-” She tried to kick at me, but in her state she had no power behind it. “Please just let me go and I won’t say anything.”“Oh? And here I thought you wanted a sugar Daddy. Remember?” I reached under her green and. “Sorry,” she sniffed, trying to hold back her tears.I took a deep breath and let it out. And another one. I knew I was under intense stress and my emotions were just barely in check. And I’d snapped at Becky, who had come to me for help in a situation that I could barely fathom.“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I think you’re a very pretty girl, but I’m just so preoccupied that I’m not thinking about that. I really am sorry for snapping at you.”She reached over and squeezed my.