She moaned into my twat as I played with her little bud.“Mmm, you got such a cute clit,” I moaned.She groaned into my twat.“Just needing to be l...ved.” I flicked her clit again. I caressed it with my tongue, loving the feel of it against me. I sucked on it.She squealed.Her lips locked onto my own clit while her fingers dipped into my butt-crack. Her naughty fingers knew just where to go. I thrust the thermometer deep into her twat as her digits found my asshole. She circled my sphincter as I. You better beg for more. I want you screaming and begging me to fuck the shit out of you, for me to never stop, you hear?”“What are you waiting for? Slam it up my ass. Fuck this slutty white bitch in her backdoor. What’s the matter? Afraid my tight little ass will make you nut too fast? Yeah, it takes a real man to handle a hot, sexy hole like this, not a little boy.” Her teasing and taunting had one objective, to ensure that Brandon fucked her until he fucked her unconscious. The head. He opens the door, still wearing the white dress shirt and black trousers, his feet bare, the bow tie loosened around his neck. "Lauren... everything ok?" He wears a slightly worried look. "I'm fine. I just... I didn't want the night to end so soon. I thought we could have a nightcap". I hold out a bottle of brandy. For a second, I thinkt he's going to say no, to turn me away. His eyes smile, his face relaxes. "What a nice idea. Please, step in". Like the gentleman he is he holds the door open. I went back to the dressing room and discovered a blood stain in my panties, so decided to skip showering and do it at home.I arrived home and passed an elderly neighbour, who lived across from us, cutting his hedge, and he turned and said my mother asked him to tell me she had been called into the office, and I was to make my own breakfast. I thanked him, and then he offered to make me a breakfast if I wanted, as he was going to cook one for himself after cutting the hedge.I knew he was a.