.. stop..." The girl was surging forward now anddespite his efforts to tell Dean not to slip his fingers inside, she hadmanaged to make it sound like ...he wanted him to. And Kevins mindlessreaction to it only encouraged Dean to begin gently thrusting.A second wave of pleasure wracked Kevin's body as his hips began movingon their own and met Deans thrusting fingers. He could feel the orgasmrising within him, but something was holding it back.You want to come?"Yes..."Open our eyes, please. I want. .. I'm so sorry mom... Please forgive me... Please don't tell dad... I'm so, so, sorry... Please don't tell on me..." Well sorry won't do you any good young man... How can you think of doing such a nasty thing?... Your own mother... Wanting to smell my vagina... Well smell it you little pervert... Smell it... Stick your nose in your mother's vagina and smell it... Lick my vagina you dirty little bastard... Lick it... Yes... Like that... Lick it like that... Your own mother... My God... Sucking. He obviously noticed my nervousness and he extended a hand in my direction. "My name is Eric, what's yours?"Another one of those smiles. I caught my breath and managed to shake his hand. "Chelsea." He pat the bench beside him, gesturing for me to sit next to him. I took the seat, and looked down to notice that his bulge had slightly increased in size. I smiled and looked up. He caught my eyes, and smiled back."Like what you see?" He asked. I couldn't help but giggle. No man had ever been so. " Charlotte turned away, squinting as she reached back, slender fingers teasing through his short black hair. With a devilish smile, he slid his finger over the sensitive flesh of her thighs and into her shorts, chuckling at her soft moan as her thighs widened for him as he started playing with the short curly hairs crowning her pussy. When she didn’t protest, he moved his fingers downward and began stroking between her moist pink folds. "So now she's your friend? You didn't seem to remember.
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