Japanese Teen’s First Casting Experience With Older Man In Thong Bikini

She was starteled at the flash, and stopped talking , she looked at me, then at the camera. I moved my hands under her pink thong and started fingering her warm clit. I had finaly realised (to late) that she had been interested in me since we met. She was white, tan, about as tall as me, maybe a little bit taller. It was a friday night, my family was gone, they were out of town for the night. I have know idea how the conversation turned to porn, but we were both agreed apon it being good. “Under the thong” she half said, half moaned. I moved my left had down to her panties. She shuttered. she ruffled her hair a little bit. She reached her climax and shuttered one last time. She removed the shirt. She responded by massaging my tounge with hers. My right hand massaged her breast, my left hand rubbed her mound, and my tounge massaged hers. “somthin to hang on your wall” she said.