She rubbed her hand along my shaft and let what was left of her pussy juice coat her hand. She let my dick slide through her hand. I laid down on my b...ck and she continued to stroke my cock. Without letting go of my dick she moved around to where she was kneeling between my legs and her other hand on the bed steading herself. She brought her head down and kissed the tip of my dick softly. Her tits where hanging in front of me so I reached out both of my hands and grasped them lightly, massaging. I groaned as I shoved my hand down the front of my panties. My hand slid through my pubic hair, the soft curls caressing my fingertips. I found the wet folds of my pussy. I groaned as I brushed my clit. I slid my digits through my juicy lips and found the entrance to my twat.I didn’t feel my hymen.My fingers slipped into my depths. I gasped at how great it felt to penetrate myself for the first time. I whimpered at the sensation of sliding into my pussy. It was incredible. My digits went. I ended up at one point, laying next to her and lifted her shirt at her tummy level, kissing her tummy. I, of course, wanted her so much, but I wanted her to know I cared about her, not just trying to get some. But she did love the attention and told me she loved feeling my kisses on her. I could feel her breathing quicken when I was kissing her neck, then slowly down her arms, lifting her shirt lightly, soft kisses at her midriff, her tummy, just enjoying her soft skin, knowing she was loving. ‘I once read a medieval-based erotica story about a princess who was kidnapped, and the wizard who oversaw her rape and humiliation cast a spell upon her so that each time the rapists withdrew from her body, her hymen would magically reform, so that each thrust into her was a retaking of her virginity. The men in that story took sadistic pleasure in her pain and her agony. But I wish that I could also offer you my virginity with each thrust into me, so that I would again cry tears of love for.