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She nodded her head and continued to stare, overcome by the eroticism of the moment. Panting softly, she adjusted her position, spreading her legs wide and draping them gracefully outside his thighs. His cock traveled the cleft between her asscheeks, nearly touching that soft, secret place he so coveted. Jake reached down and spread his hands across her tummy. He stroked her skin slowly up and down, rising high to rub across her nipples, then sinking lower to caress her thighs . She was his playground, his valley of youth and beauty, his eternal little old man fucking young girl.
“Touch me.” She whispered, “Please…”
“Yes honey, but where?”
“My… pussy. My cunt, touch it Jake. Touch it!”
The last two words she spoke were a hiss of passion, fierce and urgent. As he flexed his hips gently, nudging his swollen and oozing prick up against her ass, he reached down and rested his hand on the whole of her pussy. Reaction coursed through her and Jake felt it clear to his toes. She buzzed with electricity, her body tight and tense, ready to explode, ready to fall into pleasure without a backward glance. He pulled his hand away and stared intently. As he watched the mirror, he saw a drop of Julie’s juice begin to drip. It hung there, distended, wet, milky white and delicious looking. Though his mouth watered, he simply watched it grow until it elongated and began to show signs of separation. Holding his breath, he touched it with a finger and then offered it to Julie. She hesitated only a fraction of a second, locking eyes with him in the mirror, then clamping down on his finger, her soft little tongue encircling his digit and extracting every bit of her special flavor. Jake’s groan matched her own. He imagined that tongue playing upon his dick and sucking him to climax. |
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