All the time I was spurting; she never took her eyes off mine. . . Somewhat small, but perfectly formed, gentle mounds that rose from her chest with perfect symmetry, pink flushed areolae with tiny hard nipples, her breasts were perfect, pure pubescent glory at its best. “Beautiful, simply beautiful,” I whispered. Becca shifted to face me. “Now it’s your turn. I tilted her head up and looked into her blue eyes. Becca looked at it and smiled. I felt my ball sack draw up and a nice warm feeling started to spread throughout my groin. Soon I felt her frame begin to shake with orgasmic relief. . . “Great kiss,” I said, “Can I have another?”
With one hand on her slim neck, the other caressing her tummy, I drew her to me slowly, looking into her eyes.
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