It is her fascination with cum. Since the first time I cummed on her legs, she was fascinated by it. She never let me cum directly into a towel or was...basin. She always made sure that the cum came right out of my dick and fell on some part of her body. She made me cum on her hands, and would play with it for a while. Or she would make me cum on her tummy and collect it in her navel and play. She even made me cum on her feet and anklets.Up until then, she never tasted the cum, and I guess she. Degraded. His head fell into his hands, he desperately wished for a hole to open up in the ground and suck him in, never to return.Sarah looked at him and knew he felt ashamed. She gave a little smile before saying, “Chris, this is Charlotte, I once caught her rubbing her pussy to me in the shower.” That’s what she meant by saying this isn’t the first time she walked in on someone, Chris thought. He lifted his head up, his face still with a look of confusion on it. “What?” He asked, assuming he. Wherever my probing fingers touched her breasts, they left behind a visible trace of the sort left when skin has been slapped. Thus, when I palpated her hanging breasts and molded them with my hands, their surface became mottled. On the other hand, even though their time under the brush had left Mary’s breasts extremely tender, it was clear that their tenderness was of a nature which made them more, not less, receptive to my touch. Confirmation of this conclusion appeared on Mary’s face, where. He tightened his hands around her thighs to keep her from bucking too hard against him. She screamed her pleasure. She felt Mike hesitate as if she startled him and he went back to sucking until her eyes fluttered back into her head and her body was limp and twitching. She moaned, ‘No more, that was enough!’ Mike gave one long last lick that made her scream out again and writhe against him. She felt the bed move and Mike was no longer between her legs. She wondered where he was and tried to.