When she opens her eyes, her fingers are glistening in the light covered in her juices….and all she can do is stare. When she opens her eyes, her fingers are glistening in the light covered in her juices….and all she can do is stare. I slap her playfully cupping her cunt, pulling wetness towards me. Then I withdraw as she hears me groaning to myself as I oiled my cock. Some how she seems to instinctively crave my touch. Her fingers do not feel as good as my fingers did, but they bring back the memory, and the flow of warm wet juice. Minutes later, when she hear the TV click off, a pulse of anticipation makes her pussy quiver and when I appear at the bed, my eyes lock on her body, she is writhing and breathing shallowly, her skin a dusky pink. I’m shoving my tongue in and out. Her mouth opens and she tastes a man for the first time in her life, knowing how wrong it is but not caring. How could this
