Latina Stepsister Cleans The Kitchen And Pleasures Me To Climax

Ecstatic with my progress, I move a single finger to sit lightly against your rose, waiting….wanting you to make the first move. I feel you shift beneath me, dropping your legs over the side of the table once more and drawing your hands down from over your head to rest lightly in my hair. These long moments of silence and uncertainty make you increasingly anxious. Recently I’d asked you to stop shaving your pubic area, anticipating the day when you would set yourself firmly in my hands. You moan in disappointment as my mouth leaves you and again, in arousal as my fingers fondle your most sensitive parts. You are no longer silent, instead begging me to fuck you harder, faster, and deeper.