He leaned down as the credits began on the TV and spoke softly in her ear “Just give it a kiss…” she looked at him with her striking but innocen... little girl eyes. She slowly under did his short and slid his large, semi hard and thick member from his shorts before giving him another look with her childlike face. She lowered her head as he placed one hand on the back of it the other behind his own. He tilted his head back as he felt her small lips wrap around his growing head.She wrapped both of. After half a minute of this i would swap. My tongue tracing circles around her nipples. She started to rub her clit. She was moaning softly. I took my mouth from her breasts to start kissing down her body again. I got to her belly button (witch is really sensitive) and licked. She squealed then covered her mouth quickly with the hand that had been rubbing her clit. She sniffed then licked her hand and then started rubbing her breast. I made it to the top of her skirt and growled at the material. Etant fort excité je me suis mis derriere sandrine et j ai commencé a lui peloter les seins ,ils etaient bien ferme ,les tetons au garde a vous .a ce moment la j eu vraiment envie de la sodomiser je prend ma queue en main et je la dirige vers son petit trou ,elle ne dit rien et n essaye meme pas de m enlever !!!je pousse legerement pour ne pas lui faire mal et entrer tout doucement bizarement ca entre tout seul ,comme si l envie etaient plus forte que tout je me met alors a la piloner en meme. No point encouraging me, the rigidity of that muscle in her hand did not need it.She grasped my erection with a detached nonchalance and her impassive eyes bored into mine. Holding it firmly, she dropped her hips and I flinched with a groan. Hands running through her mane, still nonplussed, she took me upright at a slow canter. Impaled between her taut flanks, the enveloping heat forced my involuntary groans. Painting by numbers is not art; sex by numbers is not fucking. The most important.