03 Jun
Busty mature whore
I hear him moving but I don't open my eyes. I move my hands across the top of
my breasts and down again, being sure to squeeze my nipple on the way down.
Across my stomach where that hot drink has made me feel so languid. Down across
my hips sliding the skirt and panties around my ankles. I grab what is left of
my drink and pour it on my stomach.
It trickles down the insides of my legs onto his bean bag. I can feel it dripping across my lips. They must be touched. I move my hands down across my thighs, and up towards my sex. I just touch the lips gently, a tease. With the left hand I play with my right breast. A gentle pinch. A push. A trace. Or a squeeze. With my other hand I use a finger to trace my inner thigh to my sex. I spread my legs wide, and rub my finger up and down, gently across the opening.
It trickles down the insides of my legs onto his bean bag. I can feel it dripping across my lips. They must be touched. I move my hands down across my thighs, and up towards my sex. I just touch the lips gently, a tease. With the left hand I play with my right breast. A gentle pinch. A push. A trace. Or a squeeze. With my other hand I use a finger to trace my inner thigh to my sex. I spread my legs wide, and rub my finger up and down, gently across the opening.