Up to this point, it had just been a game, but if we continued past here there would be no going back. Her confident response of "Yes", that she w...sn't nervous, told me all I needed to know. I moved my hand just inside Alanna's thong with my middle finger resting just above her slit and felt just how smooth her shaved mound was. We had talked multiple times about the fact that she had a shaved pussy, which she knew was a major turn on for me. No description could due justice to what I was. I went to the dining room which connects the door, in my shorts and a t-shirt. If someone had a glance at my crotch, surely he would notice my penis bulging outwards slightly. But that didn’t matter to me as I wanted to go to bed as soon as possible.“coming, coming” saying, I went for the door in half sleep and saw my aunt standing in severely humus weather helplessly ringing bell. I finally let her in. She had come to greet my family in a 3 year old WagonR.I offered her water and informed her. She parts her long fingers around his neck, their mouths connect noisily. He’s pushing into her and withdrawing and Blake scoots one of his thumbs between them and locates her clitoris. At first, she squirms on it and then he holds his hand steady, thumb crooked, resting on just the right spot to faithfully, relentlessly caress the little bead at her centre each time they rock, each time their flesh touches. He hopes the exquisite torture will break her open. He’d like that, to watch her. Tommy looked ill as he moved his mouth towards the man’s left pit. Tentatively he forced his tongue into the nest of damp black hairs. He couldn’t hold back the gag as his tongue touched the manly intimate pit. Mark laughed as the kid gagged. “Yeah, pretty boy, lick that hairy pit. Taste my sweat, taste my hairy pit.” Tommy moved his tongue into the twirling pit hair, he tasted soap and deodorant residue. He tasted the salty flavor of this masculine ex-con. He forced himself to comply, he.