His mother had caught him, of that he was sure, but she had told him not to stop. My God, could this be real, was it all a dream? Hell yes it is real, he feels the juices of her pussy dripping down his chin, she sits there with her panties pulled aside and her drenched labia begging for him to continue. She takes his face into her hands an pulls it to hers, pressing her lips fully on his open willing mouth. Their tongues collide in furious need for the expression of passionate love they both feel. It may be wrong, but is what is necessary NOW, they can both feel the pain of need with no regrets.
His hand returns to her sopping wet hole and he again slides his fingers into her, thrusting harder than before, this is what she wants, he knows it. His mouth drops to her breast and he suckles gently on one of her elongated nipples as it hardens even more with his proding tongue drawing circles around it. She moans softly and he groans in an effort not to shoot his wad too soon, he wants her to have it, to him it doesn't matter where, or how, but he feels he must give it to her. |