I can an will make you wet an slick...fingers spreadin ya puss...each stroke of my tongue makein the juice..run down the crack of ya ass...take my rin... finger..an slip it in ya ass...a lil past the 2nd ...digit lubed the finger befor I put it in so I knew you was wid it...middle finger to the g spot...pointer to the clit...independant fingering while tonguein ya clits...hood.........ya wet from reading this..imagine time with me...yes I'm that good...a woman has to have have hand an mouth. Manuel and Juan had laughed when she pulled dot on, it reached down to her knees. But she wore it with honor. —- She pulled the tee shirt off when they sat on the floor of the living room to eat their lunch, as if she did not want to chance getting it dirty. ‘Tell her it is okay if she gets the shirt dirty,’ Trent smiled at Juan. ‘I can, but it do no good,’ Juan smiled. ‘Fine, fine,’ Trent smiled. Marie smiled at him, then blushed hotly and looked at her food with great interest. —- The rain. ‘Cheeky. I accept your 20 questions. Fire away.’ I smirked as I sent it away. I had to be on my guard or he’d walk all over me. ‘1. What is your favorite color?’ I frowned. This was going to take a while. ‘It’s red. Mind sending me all the questions?’ ‘No’ I raised and eyebrow, ‘Why?’ He texted back, ‘You wouldn’t call me if you got everything at once now would you. Call me.’ I started to overthink everything. Was he trying for a power play here? would calling him be that bad? Should I get. They looked great and once again there was a stirring from my loins.Saturday came and I drove myself over to her house. I knocked on the front door, no answer. I could hear noises inside so I knocked louder. This time I heard Carla say "come in, I'm in the lounge room." The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I walked down the hallway, noticing a painting of Carla on the wall. In it, she was naked, lying on a bed with her legs slightly spread. My cock started to juice up at the sight of it.