She didn’t know what to do about it: I’m going to come, she thought, how do I come? She tensed her muscles, then relaxed them, but there was still...that vibrating energy throughout her muscles, waiting to be released. I want to come. I want to come so bad– She seemed to have plateaued. Ben pulled back for a moment (another hair on his tongue, he tried to swallow it) and fitted his hand under his head, between her pussy and the counter. This time he avoided her clitoris, licking circles around it. ” “… I shouldn’t… and I should pull my hand-out.” “Please don’t,” she whimpers. But I do, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” “I was about to cum.” “I was about to taste my fingers.” “But you shouldn’t?” “I shouldn’t because if I do…,” I put my drenched fingertips in front of my mouth anticipating tasting her for the first time, “… I won’t be able to control myself and I’ll rip your panties off.” I slowly taste her on my fingers, making me reach under. ”Synthia could only mewl in response, her arousal overcoming any lingering threads of brainpower she had left. Xavier smirked at her, before exerting slight pressure downwards onto her shoulder, giving a single command“Knees.”Synthia sank to her knees, her eyes hungrily devouring the large bulge that was now evident in front of her eyes. Instinctively, hungrily, she reached out, hands going to his belt as her lust grew ever stronger. Smirking down at her Xavier chided her“Ahh, you are a. For a second I felt a twinge of guilt. What was I doing? I thought. These were my mother's panties. But, the feeling of my balls getting ready to unleash their load took over. I laid the panties over my face and began to stroke faster. I hadn't notice that I was moaning and cursing loudly. I also didn't hear the car that pulled up in the driveway. So, when my mom yelled my name I nearly had a heart attack. "Jason Andrew Peterson, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" my mom yelled. Her.