At that point I was worried I wouldn’t last. Slowly I started to back out. Her tight grip along with the thick lube created a suction effect, as if ...ently begging me not to retreat. I pulled back slowly until I could feel the tight grip of her sphincter just behind the head, then slowly pressing back in again and bottomed out to the base of my shaft. I pressed a little further, forcing Kelly’s hips into the big soft pillow. She let out a tiny little grunt and responded by pressing back. At this. The sweet smell from your now very wet pussy is to much and I work my up to lick you. The ice cold on your hot clit makes you scream out in pleasure as an orgasm washes over you. My tongue darts deep into you so I can lick all the sweet juice flowing from your pulsing pussy. As I place the tip of my tongue on your tight ass hole, you beg to be fucked, so I reach over and grab your favourite toy and slide it into you. The feeling of the vibe and me licking you ass makes your hips arch and you. I mean, I liked it. But, we'd both go back to our boyfriends, who thought it was hot, and let them fuck our brains out and we were cool. Then one afternoon at her place we started making out without anyone around. It went on for over an hour, just rolling around the bed sort of wrestle-kissing. Almost all my makeup was off my face by the end of it. She'd felt every inch of my body with her hands, humped me from behind, practically gave me a hickey. It was fun, but it still felt kinda. . it didn't matter ... she knew the material, some of which she had read for recreation when she still was in high school. For example, as a junior she had discovered "Pedro Paramo" and spent days reading and re-reading a novel that seemed to speak directly to her.Ruthie raised her hand and chatted in Spanish when the professor posed a question about Mario Vargas Llosa. Spanish literature was one place within her comfort zone, where she was on familiar territory. She had no hesitation showing.