Ever so gently, he rubbed her clitoris. Not too hard and not too soft. Just the way she liked it. She was so warm down there. Krishna wanted to bury h...s face into the middle of her thighs. He moved his index, middle, and ring fingers in one circular motion. Her clitoris was erect and begging for stimulation. She reclined the seat back, and began to moan. Krishna began to feel her inner thigh begin to twitch. He knew she was enjoying it. Her pussy was so delicious, and Krishna loved eating it. There was an area between the buildings that kept you from being seen from the street or the buildings themselves. Of course, there was always a chance someone would either walk or drive down the alley, making you very visible.My submissive slut wore a black lace garter belt, black stockings with back seams, black spiked heels, black lace bra, and a black mini wrap dress, which tied in the front. Just before we walked down the alley I told her to put on her white mask and we walked to the. We were both 16 when we started talking on a small sexually oriented website. When my family moved out to New York, where Jen had been living, we met up immediately. We both connected through our love of sex. Everything from the act to knowing and trying everything the sexual world had to offer us. We both figured this out at a young age, which made it hard to connect with anyone our age; that is why Jen and I became best friends. Now at 18 years old, with fake IDs in hand, Jen and I were. I didn’t care. Let ‘em look. Hell, let ‘em take pictures.“I never knew you were a ‘keep-the-lights-on’ kind of guy,” she said, lying back on three of our four fluffy pillows.“That’s because having all the lights on would have seemed kind of excessive, there in your little ol’ country guest bedroom, with the whole house asleep.”I was lying on my stomach, low on the bed between Peg’s outstretched legs. I was examining and appreciating her brazenly bald, bare-as-a-baby pussy. Only the.