Women Take A Playful Break By Pleasuring Themselves With Their Hands

I’d run my tongue from the top down to her hole, back up the other side. I never expected that response. Yet, for some unknown reason, I felt frozen. She was nearly purring when I sat back up. It started with light, gentle kisses, from her knee down to her crotch. She opened her mouth and let me see my jism on her tongue. I’m feeling like an orange liqueur, as a nightcap.” “Your every wish is my command, my angel.”
Shortly I reappeared with two shots of Cointreau. Drat. Once we were nude, we embraced, held each other tightly and started making out. We went at it again, kissing passionately, our bodies grinding against each other. She was a stunning beauty. Her lips were full and wet. Clearly out of my league. She had nice firm tits, standing up with no sagging. I got on my all fours between her legs, wrapped my arms under her legs, and scooted her down into optimal position.