Friend's Ms 4 - Deepthroat And Facial

‘Um, uh, Darius, just listen to meeee…’ she moaned, as he thumbed a nipple through the floral lace. ‘Stop making me so, so leaky. I’m trying to...um...say...oh...something.’ ‘Do you want me to touch your pussy?’ Isabelle’s breath hitched. ‘I...I can’t...I don’t know...I think so…I want you to, oh Darius, I neeeeed you...’ ‘I want doesn’t get, Isabelle. teen Now I’m not sure what’s got into you, but you’re not exactly being cooperative. Let’s try this again.’ Darius gripped her waist, pushing her away from him. Isabelle whimpered, but Darius pushed her to the wall. She could barely walk, and she stumbled backwards, her legs stretched out, propping her back up against the wall. She ran a hand through her hair, her firm breasts thrust outwards, her skirt bunched around her heels. ‘Isabelle, take off your skirt.’ Isabelle slowly lifted her left leg, still encased in a white translucent stocking, and lifted it out of her skirt. He admired her smooth, caramel skin, and the tight curves of her calves and thighs. As she moved her legs, he saw her labia rub against each other, sending a tremor through her body. Finally she kicked away her skirt, presenting her endless, graceful legs, her amateur creamy thighs wide open. Her labia was a rosy pink, engorged and flaring. Inside, he saw the wet, raw interior of her sweet pussy. As if caressed by his gaze, her pussy convulsed, and Isabelle groaned in delight. ‘Please Darius...my pussy has been, uh, like this all day...it was so hard without you around...it just begged for, ah, for your touch. Please Darius, I need you to, uh, stroke it and touch it or I’m going to go crazy.’ ‘And what about your lack of panties?’ ‘Mmh, it was hard, yeah it was, mmm, I felt so horny without you...I knew I couldn’t...mmm...touch myself, but that just made me more, uh, excited.’ ‘And so you want me to help you? To touch your pussy for you?’ Isabelle nodded frantically, strands of long hair falling down her face. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she knew she couldn’t touch herself, so she ran them up her waist, groping her tits, caressing her nipples, running them down to her thighs… ‘I would love to touch your pussy, Isabelle. You’ve been a very good girl today. I think you deserve a treat.’ Isabelle was too gone to care. She was breathing hard, eyes glazed over, utterly lost to her arousal. She unclasped her bra, indian her tits swaying as it dropped to the floor. Darius walked up to her, and she stared at him pleadingly. He ran his hand through her hair, whilst his other crept down towards her sex. He leaned in and pulled her head towards his. It took teen me about two minutes to start feeling the orgasm rapidly building up. “You’re just full of questions, aren’t you?” Aunt Lucilla said, a little testily. My tits swayed and rolled over the bed. You would think a nerd would be skinny, but he actually had some muscle on him. “I’ve been going crazy watching your hot, sweet little ass in those bikinis! “Do I have my father's soul back? “Good choices, Marshal; why don’t we amateur try on a few jackets now? She was on orgasm number two and was anticipating at least two or three more before this evening was done and she could sleep. I heard running coming down the hall, and Annie came running in the room carrying indian Heather. He took my hands and pulled me up onto my feet, which made my head spin. A craving the body wants and has to be identified. She muttered a barely audible "No." John continued rubbing his cock along her cunt. Ruri's face grew redder.