She pushed back against my hand and gently rocked her hips as I played with her pussy. While my hand moved up, her ass moved down and the tip of my thumb lodged itself into her opening. While I was still hesitating, she immediately pushed back, and her vagina hungrily accepted the intruding digit. She was tight but wet, and I entered her smoothly. My thumb was enveloped by her moist heat. I pulled it out a little and then pushed back in, gently squeezing her juicy peach between my fingers. The girl groaned sexily as I explored and played with her pussy. Getting her this horny was in itself very gratifying, but I knew it was only a prelude to what the night held for us. By now, there was only one thing on my mind, and that was bringing this nightly encounter amateur to a mutually satisfying end. I was determined to give us a good start by making her cum first. Guided by her reactions, I quickly learned what excited her most. When I slowly pushed my thumb in and out of her pussy and rapidly rubbed her swollen clit with my finger at the same time, I knew I had struck gold. Her moaning quickened and then she bucked her hips as her orgasm took control of her body. The way her tight pussy had been indian squeezing my thumb when she came was unreal. I could only imagine how incredible it would feel to have those muscles work on my cock. I could take her right now if I wanted, while she was still in the throes of her climax. All I had to do was drop my pants, aim for penetration, and we’d be fucking. As much as I looked forward to doing exactly that, something was holding me back. It wasn’t my girlfriend. It was the notion that this girl was special, someone who deserved much more than a rushed, anonymous shag in the dark. While I couldn’t do much about the anonymous part, there was nothing that could stop me from taking my time with this girl. Knowing I was going to have sex with the lamb in due course, I first sought to taste her kiss again. I kneeled down next to her and pulled her into my arms. She was still panting when our pov lips met, but as my tongue slipped between her lips, it was eagerly greeted by her own. She truly was a great kisser. She displayed a tenderness and enthusiasm that I interracial just couldn’t get enough of, and despite us being complete strangers, her kisses had the distinct taste of something I had been missing for blowjob a long time; genuine desire and sincere affection. After another lengthy and passionate kiss, I was starved for air and feeling drunk on the little lamb’s lips. Groton hissed. This made me a bit nervous, because some of the young gals use this as an excuse to curtail their offerings under the cover of inexperience. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her mouth surrounded my cock, sucking me into her pov mouth. On indian the other, I was making Molly seriously upset, and interracial I knew as well as she did that it amateur made her exponentially blowjob anxious and upset publicly crying. An incestuous thrill rippled through me as my balls smacked into her bush. “I want you mom?” I said. It helped to think about work. The man appeared to be a transient. She likes that. “Glendian also told you about the threat facing my mother if I disobey her majesty.” I replied.