My fingers move gently away from your pussy lips, and you moan lightly in protest. I reposition, still kneeling, but with my knees outside your hips t...is time. Pausing only briefly to pour more warm oil into my hands, I start at your neck, sweeping my hands down your body to your waist and back to your neck again. I am using circular motions now, moving from your spine outwards; you never know which direction my fingers are going to move next.As I complete a long, slow stroke, this time moving. He began fingering me with two fingers. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling. My pussy was dripping onto his fingers. “Oh just fuck me now. I can't stand it any longer”. I pulled his hand out of my pussy and put my hand around his neck. He put his cock into my wet pussy. His size surprised me, but I was so wet, my pussy was nicely lubricated for him. “Oh you're so tight” He began thrusting in and out of me. I moaned each time I felt him enter me. He began to kiss my neck, then he traced. McCall had been at loggerheads all year, a love/hate relationship that would be resolved only when Jennie went on to college in a few months. I looked around at a couple of other sites for a bit, pretending to be shopping. The butterflies were growing more insistent. Sighing to myself over my weakness, I typed the web address from memory. It was my favorite lingerie model site. They were just so beautiful. Some were wearing normal bra and pantie sets, some skimpier outfits. My hand found its. Max noticed how wet she had become and asked Paris to remove them which she did.He took them from her and again inhaled them, as he had done before. Only this time his inhalation lingered as if he had been missing the scent Paris had left on them.Paris then leaned forward and began to kiss Max, soft, gentle, short kisses, all around his mouth teasing him as she did so. Then she kissed his mouth, as soft and gentle as possible, she loved to kiss, she loved to kiss Max. She loved to kiss Max's.