She pushed my cock against my stomach and licked up my shaft. I assumed she had orgasmed by the wetness I had felt between her legs. She would stroke it a few times, then run her finger over my head and smear the precum. My knees went weak, and I struggled to keep my balance. Amanda moved her hand from mine and placed it on my thigh. I held still, allowing both of us to get use to the joining. I moved my fingers to graze over her panty covered mound, but there were no panties. I think she was as surprised as I was because she fell back, and the remaining of my eruption hit her on the chin and chest. As soon as we sat down, we held hands. My fingers landed on her downy covered lips. It was Wednesday when things started progressing a little farther than typical puppy love. We kissed as we matched thrusts. “You know, we could go to hell for this.” I said as Amanda opened the door of the little chapel.
