I move my mouth over your soft, full outer lips with their fine hair. They open under my touch. Unhurriedly I continue to give them my attention, maki...g you wait, deliberately drawing it out. I make little raids, darting and nibbling at you until I finally capture your delicate slippery nub. Your hand is in my hair. My mouth is full of your juices. You are dissolving beneath me into a warm salty pool, a silky swamp I could willingly drown in. And I still have one more trick up my sleeve. I slip. A smooth, liquid, perfect fit, closer and more intimate than either of them would have dared to dream. So perfect, she could barely bring herself to move. Nothing else mattered. None of the insecurities, the imagined imperfections, the problems in her life, none of it. All that mattered was this perfect connection. His shirt was now open, and her hands pressed against his firm stomach as she began a slow, erotic grind around his cock. As much horizontal as vertical, it was a slinky, flowing. I assure her that I want to do this. She finally gave me the go-ahead, as I slid her jeans off her legs. I assure her again, before I took the helm of her panties and slid it down her legs. She had closed her legs, but her cock came out, resting on her thighs. My eyes immediately glued to what was between her legs. Her little uncircumcised cock was soft, maybe 4 inches, but it look so cute on her hot feminine body, smooth and clean.“You look so hot and beautiful.” I said to her, still. It was hard to even get a fitted sheet around the edges which meant most times it didn't even have that. Her brother who had a entire room of just a single bed, a dresser & a tv, a band poster on the wall featuring something Death Metal, they bought him black window blinds, black curtains, her mom made his bed everyday while the closet was just hers.Turning on her only CD player to listen to her favorite song and singing along while just huddled up in her still twin size bed, the only light.