Achieving her goal – uncovering the fifth inch ... The sixth...The look on her face is lust, mixed with a little amazement ... No fear. She keeps pl...ying with it, moving it around so she can look right at it ... Still stroking it ... Still pulling that sheath back to reveal a little more flesh ... Seven inches ... And then the knot, still smaller than a tennis ball – but only just small enough to squeeze out of the sheath ... Scary beginnings. Not scary to little Sharon though.“I don’t know if. She shuddered as his fingertips sunk into the soft flesh of her hips to drag her hard up against him and her arms locked around his neck. She bit her lips as she felt him hard and demanding pressed up against her secret place and tried to wriggle off this position. She gasped as she realized the effect her movements had on him and he chuckled wickedly. ‘I hate you,’ she whispered heatedly, lowering her eyes, yet holding tightly on him. She gasped as she felt his fingers delve between the curls. She dropped to her knees before him, ready for his cum, anxious to see where he would shoot his load.His primal moaning signalled the eruption to come. Jets of hot, sticky cum went eveywhere, the first few ropes directly on her tongue. More cum shooting off her chin, dripping down onto her luscious breasts. She thought it would never stop coming. Trevor's face contorted in pleasure. Jade's tits covered in cum. After he was totally spent, he fell onto the bed, exhausted. They cuddled for a few. "No fucking!" I repeated. "No, no, it's not fucking," he reassured me. "I'm just feeling inside you. It feels good. Really good. It's not fucking. Just fingering."Okay, I had heard of fingering. That was different. Damn, it must be okay because it felt so freaking good! O, Jeez, I couldn't believe how good it felt.I had played with myself, of course. I made myself feel good, but as soon as it started feeling really good I stopped. Something inside me wanted to stop before I lost control. It.