She saw his c**k bulging against his pants. He gasped for breath and fidgeted with his zipper, trying to adjust and make room for his thickening c**k.
“Do you know, I’ve never had anyone kiss me here,” she said and spread her lips to show the rosy bud of her c**t. He stared. “Do you know how many things I’ve always wanted to do, that I’ve wanted to feel?” She asked him, innocent of what her question meant to him.
“I don’t even know what I want,” she said, gasping now as she rubbed herself, fingering herself with increasing urgency. He watched a trickle roll down her leg and fell to his knees before her. He kissed the spot above her knee, along the inside of her thigh, where a stream would flow. She felt her legs trembling and she didn’t know if she could stand. He sucked and licked his
