Slowly his tongue eased downward into the blond pubic triangle of hair, and through its fineness into the moist little slit up high between her quaking thighs.
She jerked away from the sudden onslaught as her c******s responded with tingling flutterings. She scissored her legs shut and became rigid as he tried to knee apart her stiff legs indelicately. His fingers went to the soft tender insides of her young thighs. She shivered in revulsion as he slid downward on the couch, holding her legs splayed with his forearms and elbows. She knew that her private parts were moistly displayed before his avid eyes in a way they had never been exposed before. She felt humiliated, mortified, and shamed to the core. She remained frozen rigidly while his fingers crawled up the insides of her milky white
