I gently rubbed her ass. She pleaded, thinking I was going to spank her, “Please don’t spank me, please!” Instead I gently swatted her wet cunt....Deeply she grunted like a little pig. I was just noticing her cunt was bald, her vulva was wide open, pink and glistening. I asked her if she shaved her cunt for her boyfriend? She mumbled something. I swatted her wet pussy, again she grunted. She stuck her ass in the air, like she wanted me to slap her there again. I sked her the same question, I. Most of her heels had feet and toe prints that turned me on even more. Just being in her closet with her scent on everything was the closest I had ever come to a dry orgasm at that age. Luckily for me my mom was the only parent home and she never checked in on me before heading off to work and her usual overtime. I had the entire day to indulge my curiosity and brand new fetish. The last few days before they came back I spent making sure I hadnt missed anything to wear and put back in it's. You bend over, resting your weight on your hands as they grip the table's edge. With you bent forward, I kneel behind you, easing the panties down past the tops of your stay-up, thigh high stockings and help you step out of them. I nudge your feet to shoulder width apart and press on your back to bend you lower over the table. I first stroke you with my fingers as I trail kisses and licks up the insides of your thighs, then slide my tongue into your wetness, bringing another gasp of delight. Not only did she have the personality that drew me near and longed to laugh with her, never leaving the bed, but she also had the looks that drove me wild, if not completely off the deep end.Megan wore a cute pony tail that whipped her golden hair back and forth as she ran, letting her bangs swept to almost cover right eye. Her legs, long and toned went all the up to her pert firm ass that filled out her workout yoga pants perfectly as she used the treadmill. Above Megan's hour glass hips was a.