She lifted her right hand up and let her fingers stroke ever so lightly over the swollen nubbin of her nipple! It sent electric shocks of pure sex rip...ing through her breast! Pure fucking sex! FUCKING! Come on, you stupid creep! Why the fuck don’t you try to fuck my cunthole?Julie tightened her thighs as hard as she could to feel the sweet sensations coursing into her clit, sensations that were compounded by the stroking and pulling and pinching of her fingers at her own tiny sensitive. " Sandy pinched her forearm. "Yeah, I'm alive, I felt the pinch." Looks like little blond bombshell exploded and the doctor didn't get all the pieces back in the right place." I feel like a slut and I feel like shit. Do you?" Which?" A slut." Ask me later, when I get the smile off my pussy."Sandy produced a weak smile. "Mine's still glowing too, but I wouldn't last the month out with a steady diet of nights on the town." Yeah, and our funerals would cost twice the regular price. How would the. My mouth covered hers once more, and I saw her eyes close as she surrendered to the moment. I moved my hand down her body, caressing the beautiful, firm alabaster skin of her thigh before reaching under her nightshirt to the core of her sex, covering her pussy with my hand. Fliss didn’t shave, and her pubes felt silken beneath my hand as I probed, finding her wet slit and flicking my middle finger over her clitoris as she moaned into my mouth. She shifted slightly beneath me, and as I tried to. This continues for some time.This time the time gap was more and we both felt that now it’s time to cum but I don’t want to cum. I was still in mood of more fucking. So I asked her to move to dining table she understood my intention. She come to dining table and brought breakfast on the dining table. Now I lay down her on the dining table and entered my cock in her pussy and again start fucking her after some more time I came in rhythm. she was moaning very hard and I was also fucking her.