After soaping my chest, she runs her hands down my stomach and soaps my c**k and balls, rubbing her slippery hands up and down my shaft. When my front is slick with soap, she reaches her hands around my waist and begins soaping my back.
Leaning into me and rubbing her firm, young t**s against my slippery chest, she runs her hands down across my lower back. Her n*****s are hard, and her t**s feel great, slipping back and forth across my soapy chest. Her hands move lower, cupping my ass cheeks, as she grinds her p***y hard against my soapy c**k.
"God, Collins," she sighs, "Is it always like this? I mean, you've been with other girls, right? You've f****d other girls? Is it always like this, that you just can't get enough of each other?" She's rubbing her slick, sudsy body up and dow
