“What’s that?” she said over the sound of the water. “What’s that?” she said over the sound of the water. One hand cupped my shaft, the other my balls, I closed my eyes. Next thing it was morning and the smell of burned bacon was wafting up he stairs and the smoke alarm was beeping. I felt really really great ten times better than her mom, maybe because she wasn’t faking it. Two dainty little hands, clumsy, inexperienced but by god they felt good. “We can fuck again silly,” she laughed, “Where’s the light switch?”
She found it, we cuddled in the darkness. I knelt before her and she guided my dick towards the soft lips of her pussy, her slippery cum lubricated pussy and braced as I pushed deep inside her. Next thing it was morning and the smell of burned bacon was wafting up he stairs and the smoke alarm was beeping. “You steer, I’ll do the dirty,” she laughed. “No,” I replied coming to my senses. My cock was rearing again, her slit glistened, I grasped her glorious tits and pressed my cock at her vagina, it was difficult no handed but she helped me by guiding me in.
