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Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
Maddy felt him pulling her panties aside, her shaven pussy exposed. She knew he'd seen it before, on pictures and with toys in them often, or her fingers. Now it was different, he was inches from it, and it turned her on, making her moan as she felt him spreading her lower lips with his fingers, tasting her in the process, making her head fall back. "Ohh God!" She called softly. He was turning her on massively, she knew he was stroking himself, and as he worked her clit with his tongue, she knew he was enjoying it, her hips responding to the two fingers moving into her wet entrance, her hips jerking back towards his hand.
She felt her hands grasping his hair, pulling him towards her pussy, wanting him inside her, wanting to be taken. But she didn't stop him, the feeling of his tongue on her and his fingers inside her was getting her off, making her writhe softly. But she'd let him do what he wanted, she wanted to get off as well as she wanted him to get off.
Cathy giggled, enjoying him commenting on the place. She sat across from him, the small, romantic booth theirs alone, a table being lit as the waiter returned to take their orders. She let Joseph order first, smiling as she put the wine list down. "I'll have the chicken ravioli." She told the waiter. "And I think we'll have the Amarozzo, a small bottle to share." She said, looking at Joseph, hoping he would be alright with sharing some wine with her.
Even if she wasn't old enough, she knew the owner of the place, and he knew that she could handle alcohol with her food, so he usually let the two girls drink wine with their food when they were there.
She felt her hands grasping his hair, pulling him towards her pussy, wanting him inside her, wanting to be taken. But she didn't stop him, the feeling of his tongue on her and his fingers inside her was getting her off, making her writhe softly. But she'd let him do what he wanted, she wanted to get off as well as she wanted him to get off.
Cathy giggled, enjoying him commenting on the place. She sat across from him, the small, romantic booth theirs alone, a table being lit as the waiter returned to take their orders. She let Joseph order first, smiling as she put the wine list down. "I'll have the chicken ravioli." She told the waiter. "And I think we'll have the Amarozzo, a small bottle to share." She said, looking at Joseph, hoping he would be alright with sharing some wine with her.
Even if she wasn't old enough, she knew the owner of the place, and he knew that she could handle alcohol with her food, so he usually let the two girls drink wine with their food when they were there.