KRISTIN
Picturing June's p***y wasn't so difficult. In fact, picturing a vibrator on her c**t wasn't difficult because I had seen her do that before now.
I saw her black hair on my crotch, her face on my c**k. She looked up, her expressive brown eyes smiling into mine.
She slurped the juices her p***y left on my c**k, all the time, smiling into my eyes.
I could almost hear her moans as she sat on my c**k again to ride the hell out of me.
A part of my mind told me I was doing something wrong, but my erect c**k wasn't going to satisfy itself.
As my abdomen tensed and I felt tingling in my balls, a warning filtered into my head: I couldn't c*m on June's sheets.
With a grunt, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching how June's scent slid on my c**k, stroking me to the tip and going down t
