Small Young Women Perform Scissor Techniques

Her hands move to my belt. Her hands move to my belt. I can’t stop staring again. I run over to her and wrap my arms around her waist. Her hands move to my belt. I unbutton her jeans quickly and my hand moves underneath. Her perfect ass staring up at me. I touch her clit, gently at first, rubbing it, keeping rhythm with her hips. I turn quickly, she whispers in my ear “I want you now.”
The road if you could call it that, is an old logging road. As I push inside her she lets out a loud moan and the breath leaves my lungs as pleasure engulfs us. She moans softly. I have to stop staring. She smiles at me, she is the sexiest when she smiles that way. Her hand grabs my wrist and moves my hand to her crotch. I park and as I emerge from the car I see her. I bend her over, her breasts pressed against the hood.