My lips are drawn to hers and I run my tongue across her. Kim’s breathing has increased and her moans of pleasure egg me on. My tongue caresses the ...ub of her clit and then slide up to her opening. I lightly run the tip around her and lightly lap at her vagina. “Damn Donna don’t just tease me, stick a finger in there now!” I watch in amazement as I press my pointer finger into her. She is panting now and caressing on of her tiny tits with her hand. Her pussy grabs my finger like it has a life. I found two things.First, one of the journals was filled with bad poetry, apparently the work of Georgia herself. They might have been from any age. The wide loopy handwriting at the beginning of the journal—”I love Bob and I’ll be his girl; he’s the hottest redneck in the whole damn world”—definitely spoke of a teenager. But some of the later entries in the journal were a tighter, more reserved version of the same handwriting, schooled by age and experience. One poem stuck out from all the. He is the one who is taking me in his muscular, virile, and well-built safeguarding arms and I am sloping and tilting and heeling myself against his chest leisurely and at my own relaxation and breathing space. He is carrying in his hands pictures of us when we were first falling in love and I am eyeing and scouring through at them in a laid-back and lazy comfortable fashion."Do you guess how far it is that we have come from, Ragnhild?" He queries me coolly and unperturbedly. Of course! How can. I am going to drink from your slutty cunt today" Carl hissed. An could feel Carl frig her cunt with the champagne bottle, filling it with the fizzy alcohol. She was desperately holding on it, not letting the champagne spurt out of her nasty pussy as it filled her up. Carl emptied half the bottle in her cunt and pulled the bottle out.An's cunt spurted Champagne like a shower, foaming and gushing into Carl's mouth and body. He held his mouth open as she almost pissed Champagne into his mouth."OH.