The cool air from the ceiling fan felt nice on her bare legs, but she shuddered as she pulled her heels up and let her knees fall open to the side. Sh... was wet; far wetter than she had thought! In a panic, Lilly reached down and felt to see if she had accidentally peed herself. But the liquid did not feel like pee. It was thick, slick and …goopy. It stuck to her finger tips as they touched the spot where her right leg joined her torso. In that crease she felt it. She raised it to her look at. From hearing her and watching her body shake in this position it became harder to hold back.When I pulled her up against my chest I began playing with her clit and that sent her over the edge. “I’m cumming”she cried out pushing back each time I pulled back,soon I was slamming hard against her.She was crying out not to stop as her juices began running down our legs. Feeling how wet she was I knew I wasn’t going to last and told her I was close.”Don’t stop”she yelled “I want to feel you cumming. He was beside himself, his chest heaving and his heart pounding against his ribs, red-faced and wanting. The Queen had no velvet skin to caress, her body was hard and hostile rather than soft and yielding, yet the memories that she conjured had him longing for her touch.He found himself pressing his cheek against her abdomen, his fingers resting on the hard shell as they traced the softer, pink meat between the plates. She felt alive, her body responding to his touch, warmer and more receptive. Please" She asks me, her hand rubbing on my arm. I led the way to the fruits aisle. Her eyes instantly went to a banana, which she grabbed and held tightly to her bosom. She closed her arms around it, and mumbled, "Let's go back now" while snuggling onto my armOn our way back, she squeezed my arm and told me: "I wanna sit somewhere" Of course, I agreed and we looked for somewhere to sit. As we were walking, she saw a table in the distance. She pointed it towards it: "There". We sat down, and I.