Between them, a valley of flat white skin.Above, a white dress shirt, adding to that boyish cuteness of hers, but immediately betraying it by ending w...ll above her sex, now entirely visible. Often, even a naked woman retains her modesty. By hair, or lighting, or simple geometry. Here and now, it was as if nature did not mind because we didn’t.“I’ve never seen a woman as closely at this,” Justine said, interrupting this moment which had in reality not lasted more than a second or two.Nobody. Relax, let’s make it last, build up more.”She took slow deep breaths to relax, knowing when he resumed eating her; it would start over again, repeatedly.His tongue resumed probing into her vaginal orifice. , tongue-fucking her. His face was pressed hard against her sweet cunt to penetrate her as deep as he could. Her juices began to flow faster. She gasped for breath trying to relax, knowing she will soon explode.She was so wet, that the juices were all over his mouth and chin. His finger. “I’ll be right there.”And I shut the door leaving Joanna to await her fate.I entered the office to find a smartly dressed woman practically drooling over Felice. She turned to face me. Now, dog turds are not in any way sentient, and are, therefore, not blessed with feelings. However, if they were, particularly when stuck to the bottom of your shoe in the middle of an expensive carpet, I would know exactly how they felt. All of this was contained in the woman’s expression. Here, it said, is a. I felt his hand reaching for my already wet pussy. I slowly reached for his crotch. I could feel his cock throbbing in his pants just wanting to get out. As I was stroking his cock through his pants I felt his fingers slip into my pants. I felt a hot lightning bolt as his finger brushed against my clit. I felt him rubbing it and I loved it. I unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out. It was nice and hard but I knew I could make it harder. I started to stroke it up and down feeling the warmth.