She wondered how severe the s****l tension in her loins could get before a release became inevitable.
"MAKE ME COME! MAKE ME COME! PLEASE!" Stacy screamed.
MacIntyre could tell that it would be cruel to tease her any longer.
He pulled his tongue out from between her inner cunt lips.
He could tell that the lower half of his face was wet and shiny.
A great deal of cunt juice had spilled onto his broad chin.
He removed his fingertips from her swollen outer labia.
MacIntyre noticed that those lips stayed parted without his help.
It was as if he had trained her p***y to stay open for him.
MacIntyre placed the forefinger of his left hand at the top of her p***y slit.
He pressed on a spot directly above her throbbing love button.
Up till that point he had not made direct contact with h
